As dawn broke, the first light of day seeped into Ahana's room, casting a warm glow over her peaceful face. She stirred slightly, memories of the previous night flickering like a candle in the wind. Her heart raced as she recalled the encounter in the abandoned garden, the handsome jinn, Aariz, and the necklace that seemed to pulse with energy. She instinctively brought her hand to her neck, but it was bare. Panic fluttered in her chest as she sat up, frantically searching the room for any sign of the necklace.

“Where is it?” she whispered to herself, her eyes darting around the room.