James' pov.
The music was loud, and people were laughing and dancing. The celebration continued, the whole place was properly lit.
I narrowed my eyes, there was food everywhere, I could see children running around with bright smiles on their faces.
However, I wasn't smiling. I walked through the crowd, pushing past dancing warriors and clapping elders, my hand tight around the bangle in my pocket.
It was still hard to believe that the bangle had fallen right out of elder Tobias’s sleeves. Tobias was a well respected Elder and now this?.
Regardless of who he was, all I knew and wanted was for him to face justice. Justice was all I stood for.
As I walked, my eyes traveled to Ezekiel who was standing at the edge of the celebration, near the long table filled with meats and drinks.
He was holding a goblet and speaking with a few elders. His eyes found mine instantly, and the moment he saw my face, he handed his drink to someone and stepped away.
“James?” he asked, concern written
