My rescuer quickly proved to enjoy playing hero almost as much as she relished telling me how paranoid and deluded I seemed. And, yes, the story I’d just told Campbell sounded far-fetched, but what about our lives for the past year hadn’t? Regardless, persuading Campbell Ames that I hadn’t lost my mind currently ranked a distant third priority, behind finding Sadie-Grace and getting the hell off of King’s Island before our kidnapper came back.

“Please tell me you have a way off this island.” I leaned my weight into Campbell and allowed her to help me hobble toward the edge of the tree line. I might have been able to walk on my own, but for now, as the last of the drugs wore off, I’d take all the help I could get.

“Of course I have a way off the island,” Campbell retorted. “Do you think I swam here? My Jet Ski’s beached on the east shore.”

I wondered if Sadie-Grace had found it yet. The island wasn’t that big. I’d taken Campbell in the direction my fellow captive had gone, but so far, there was no sign of her. For someone with an utter lack of stealth, Sadie-Grace was surprisingly good at hiding her tracks.

“How did you find us?” I asked Campbell as we stepped into a clearing. The added moonlight now visible overhead cast just enough light that I was finally able to take in her appearance. “Also: nice robe.”

Beneath the scarlet robe, Campbell wore nothing but a thin white shift and long white gloves.

“When I was the only one of the four of us to show up for initiation,” Campbell said, “I was suspicious. When Victoria told me that Lily didn’t make the final cut, I assumed that you and Sadie-Grace had bowed out in solidarity, but then Victoria said that she’d heard from Lily—that Lily had said the White Gloves should expect both of you in attendance tonight.”

“She made us promise,” I remembered out loud. At the time, I’d been annoyed.

“How did you know we were on the island?” I asked Campbell again, wondering what strange alignment of the stars had caused Aunt Olivia to bring us here.

“We knew you were here because once initiation wrapped up,” a new voice said behind me, “we asked Sadie-Grace’s little boyfriend to use the Find Your Friend app on his phone, and it told us your location was awfully close to ours.”

I turned toward the voice, nearly throwing Campbell off-balance. A moment later, two figures emerged from the woods—Victoria Gutierrez and a beaming Sadie-Grace Waters.