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Back Prey Island
Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

Achilles immediately starts wrapping it around Row’s leg as tightly as possible in the hopes it’ll stop the blood, but it won’t erase the smell. It’s not going to help that at all. This isn’t the plan. Fuck! This isn’t the plan!

But we have to stick to what we have.

“Everyone back in,” Jiro says before he gently dips his legs into the water and starts to drop back in.

I don’t want to. God, I really don’t want to, and it takes me a few long seconds of psyching myself up before I straighten my shoulders and shift around on my small raft, careful not to break the reeds. With bravery I don’t know I have in me, I gently ease back into the water, my foot thumping against something that swims away. The warm water surrounds me again, terrifies me, but this is the only option. We have no other choice. The patrol boat is approaching fast, and we only have so much time before it’ll be upon us.

I meet Row’s eyes. “You’re going to have to get back in the water,” I say, my voice level despite the wild pumping of my heart.

His face turns the same color as the reflection of the moon.

Terrified. Haunted. As pale as death.

FORTY-THREE

We’re only halfway there. There’s still a quarter mile until we reach Predator Point, a patrol boat is approaching fast, and Row is bleeding from a minor shark bite that’s going to turn into a major one if we’re not careful, but we’re out of options. The guns won’t fire with so much water in them, we don’t have time to shake them out. Even firing them right now would sound the alarm at the compound.

There’s only one choice.

“You have to get in,” Creed repeats, understanding the same thing I do as he eases into the water, as slow as possible. When he grimaces, I know he’s touching sharks, know they’re bumping away from him.

“But I’m bleeding,” Row rasps. “The sharks—”

“There’s no choice,” Jiro spits. “We’re running out of time.”

I thought I was brave getting back in the water, but watching Row take a deep breath and slowly ease into the water with a bleeding leg makes me realize he’s far braver than I’ll ever be. The dark water around us is rife with movement beneath the surface. For all of our sakes, I hope it’s just a school of fish. False hope. I know better now. I’ll never swim in the ocean again.