Chapter 63: Real self
Back at the yacht, those who had gone for the game hunting were back, but with worried and anxious faces.
Zara kept pacing as she worried about her best friend, who was now declared missing. Though some of the elders who stayed behind on the yacht said they heard many footsteps going in and out earlier, they couldn’t say exactly what had happened.
"Why would you let her leave alone?!" Zara yelled, storming toward Syres, but was held back by Silas, who quickly stepped in to keep a distance between them.
"She’s not on that island, that I can say for sure. We searched around for two hours and found no traces of her or him," Jude, Syres’ assistant, relayed, only worsening their concerns.
"What about Kay? Did you see him?" Silas asked.
"No. He never followed us to the island, and he wasn’t on the yacht either," Jude replied, and Zara hissed in frustration.
"Wait! Isn’t that Roman’s assistant?" Cornell said suddenly, staring at something on the other side of the yacht, prompting everyone to scurry toward him to see what he was referring to.
"It is him!" Zara exclaimed, still not entirely relieved, but more assured knowing that Kay would likely have answers, unlike Syres’ useless assistant.
"Let’s hope he has answers," Silas muttered.
"Oh, I know he will," Zara responded, a smile tugging at her lips but for some reason, it felt like a threat to Silas. The way she was so confident he would have answers made it seem like she knew Kay more than she let on.
A few minutes later, Kay came aboard, and they all stared at him, waiting for him to approach.
"Where are you coming from, and where the hell are Roman and Patricia?!" Zara asked confidently, her arms folded across her chest.