Back on the island, the atmosphere had shifted from a desperate rescue mission to something far more predatory.
Now that the speedboat carrying Adam and Noah had vanished into the mist of the horizon, Xavier felt the last of his restraint evaporate.
He stood on the jagged shoreline, his eyes dark with a cold, simmering fury that surpassed even his usual intensity.
He wasn't just here to bring a criminal to justice anymore; he was here to dismantle the very ground Kai stood upon.
Xavier looked at the dense trees of the island.
He knew the reality of their situation better than anyone. Kai owned this Island.
Searching for a man like Kai in his own backyard was a fool's errand. If Xavier simply sent his men into the forest to hunt randomly, they would be walking straight into a meat grinder of traps and ambushes. Kai was waiting for them to play the hero, waiting for them to stumble into his web so he could pick them off one by one.
