ZARA'S POV
Thick tension filled this small café where Michael and Jacob sat opposite me at the corner table with grimness twisting faces, thoughts whirring internally. It had been quite a weighty last 24 hours, and with every more passing moment, terror has not stopped growing inside. Kai had them cornered-but he couldn't win.
I drummed my fingers on the table, fighting to tie myself back. My mind wove an endless cycle of images: my son's innocent face, his safety.
"We need to move fast," Michael finally said, slicing through my spiraling thoughts. "Kai's got the upper hand right now, but that doesn't mean we can't turn the tide."
Jacob leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. Anger shadowed across his face. "You are right, but we need a bit more than accusations, man. We need something to bring him down-hell, something concrete."