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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

The others have their eyes open just like I do, watching the sharks in case they get too close. I watch as one comes up and tries to nibble at Row’s foot. It jerks away in fear when he barely moves his foot away. A gentle nibble isn’t a big deal. It’s the bigger nibbles I’m worried about.

Something hits the top of my raft and jostles it, as if the guards are pushing at it to double check it’s just wood. We tied them together in a way that they shouldn’t see the ties. They also shouldn’t see me, or the pistol strapped to the bottom. If they do, then we’ll have to get onto the boat and dispose of them before either can sound the alarm. A risk and one we’ll likely fail. Row said the guards check in every two minutes with a buzzer. The moment one doesn’t check in, the alarm sounds and the patrol boats are remotely shut down from the compound. We can’t get away from the island in only two minutes. It would be impossible and we’d be sitting ducks.

I feel something tap at my ass, probably a shark nibbling at me. I flinch but don’t move otherwise, desperate for the guards to just go. My lungs are starting to burn like fire, begging for more air than the reed is providing. My eyes are burning just as badly but I refuse to close them and risk not seeing something big coming for me.

Go away, go away, go away, I repeat in my head like a mantra, both to the guards and the sharks. We’re running out of time. I don’t know how long I can breathe through the reed before my body will start to convulse. Can I suffocate from too little air? Likely, I’ll just pass out, which is just as dangerous. If I pass out and float up, we’re fucked. If I pass out and stay under the raft, I’ll drown.

I watch as one of the medium sharks comes moseying up to Row, almost lazily, curious about why he smells like food. It opens its mouth and my heart kicks in my chest as it goes for his waist. If he gets bitten there, that’ll be a problem. We won’t be able to save him. Something in me desperately hopes I don’t have to watch someone I care about get eaten alive. I don’t know if I’ll ever recover from that.

Row certainly won’t.