Did you see the way Cam tripped over his own sword?” Tasha giggled, brushing sand off her shoulder. “It was like watching a crab trying to walk backwards.”

“That’s rich coming from the girl who screamed when a seagull looked at her.” Jade snorted, biting into a dried mango.

They laughed genuine, sun-soaked.

Then Tasha’s voice dropped. “So... we splitting the treasure five ways, right?”

Jade’s jaw stiffened mid-chew. “Actually, I was thinking three. Me, you, and Kye did most of the digging. Nate and Cam were just... there.”

Tasha sat up. “Are you serious? That wasn’t the deal.”

“Deals change,” Jade said coolly, brushing sand between her fingers like it didn’t matter.

“You’d screw them over that easy?” Tasha’s voice cracked. “I thought we were better than this.”

Jade met her gaze. Cold. Unapologetic.
“I didn’t dig through hell for equal shares with dead weight.”