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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

He hesitates but nods slowly a second later. “Yes.”

I look away from Row and meet Achilles’ eyes. I don’t hesitate this time. “Kill them.”

“Billie—” Row tries, no doubt trying to save my soul or something, but my soul was already tainted on Prey Island. I’m ready to embrace the corruption. It’s the only way to fight back against the Hound Society.

“Kill them,” I repeat, harsher this time.

Achilles pulls his hunting blade and slits Greg’s throat first before moving on to Lila. Their bodies convulse and bleed out quickly with the alcohol in their system. They never get a chance to scream. They don’t get to beg for mercy. After all, they never showed mercy to their victims. At least in this, I’m saving someone some trauma and giving others justice that the system never will.

I step back so their blood doesn’t get on my dress, my chin tipped up, my eyes hard.

“Don’t look away,” Jiro purrs in my ear, his fingers stroking up and down my forearms from behind me. “Watch your becoming.” His words are like a promise in my ear, a caress. This must have been what it felt like when he joined the Yakuza, when he accepted what he was.

So I do as he says. I watch until their bodies still. I watch until the blood goes from spurting to a gentle flow, before just oozing. Only when the twitching stops and their bodies pale do I turn.

No guilt fills me. Not a single ounce of it.

Down with the rich.

Down with the Hound Society.

It’s time for the Prey to rise. . .

FORTY-SIX

“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask, fluffing up my hair as much as possible. The strands are still wet, and I can’t do much more than fluff and finger comb it, but I’m hoping I look like some sort of washed up mermaid or an early 2000s babe.

“Beautiful,” Row responds. “Every eye will follow you.”

I scowl. “That’s bad. If I’m the face like you say, I can’t have so much attention.”

“Well then don’t look so fuckable,” Achilles says with a raised brow.

“How the fuck am I supposed to do that? I’m literally not wearing anything fancy!”

Row shrugs. “Except for a five-thousand-dollar dress.”

I blink. “Five thousand dollars. . .” I look down at the dress I’m wearing. “For a fucking nightgown?”

“It’s Dior,” he offers, as if that makes it somehow better. “Besides, don’t get me started on the diamonds in your ears. With the cut and size, I’d wager my inheritance they’re worth much more than the dress.”

I like nice things just like the next girl but for the price of this single dress, I could have bought a thousand dresses. And the earrings? The rich are so wasteful.