#Chapter 163: The Moonstone Returns

Ava The journey back to Moonstone was tense and silent. Dedrick sat hunched in the boat, his wrists bound behind his back, while Leonard and the scout kept a watchful eye on him. The moonstone hung around Chris’s neck as he drove the boat back to the docks, its soft blue glow a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding us. “I can’t believe it,” I murmured, hugging Chris’s arm as he steered us toward the shore. “We got the moonstone back…” Chris nodded tersely, but said nothing—I could see a vein pulsing in his temple, indicating that his adrenaline still had him on edge. And for good reason, too; we may have gotten the moonstone back, but Olivia was still out there. Somewhere. As we approached the docks, I could still hear the faint sounds of the party still raging on in the town square. It seemed like a lifetime ago that we had been celebrating there, even though it had only been an hour at the most. “What are we going to do with him?” I asked Chri