The island was quiet, but inside Konin’s house, tension filled the air.
Kadeem stood at the center of the room, his posture firm, his presence steady. Keldee stood opposite him, arms folded, his expression sharp with thought.
Kiara stood near the window, restless, her eyes burning with worry. Mama Mira sat calmly on a wooden chair, her presence grounded, but her gaze carried a depth that silenced the room more than any words.
“They took her,” Kadeem said.
The words settled heavily.
“And the necklace?” Keldee asked.
“They have it too.”
Silence followed—not empty, but calculating.
Kiara stepped forward immediately.
“Then we’re wasting time standing here,” she said, her voice edged with urgency.
Konin’s voice came in calmly, cutting through the tension.
“Have you forgotten the Sire
