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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 strokes me once more, making my legs tremble, before he jerks me up and straightens my dress. Only then does he adjust himself and zip up his pants. He leans down and rips a piece of the dead man’s shirt off and when I think he’s going to use it to clean me up between my legs, he instead takes my hand and wipes the blood away.

“I’m going to drip through the party,” I warn, already feeling the liquid between my thighs.

“Good,” he replies, meeting my eyes. “Leave a trail behind that declares you taken.” He presses a hard kiss against my lips. “Now let’s go. We have a boat to catch.”

FORTY-EIGHT

We both slip out of the room, careful to keep the view of the man behind us small in case anyone is watching. When we come out, a few eyes turn to us and grin knowingly, clearly thinking I look deliciously fucked even without them focusing too hard on my face. I’m thankful for the alcohol flowing freely and the clear lack of concern whether the Prey has joined the predators. They don’t even realize the danger in their midst.

My eyes sweep around the room, searching, hoping. When I see Creed moving through the room dressed as a waiter, a tray of champagne flutes balanced on his hand, I breathe a sigh of relief. A little further down, I see Row and Achilles moving through the party in suits they must have stolen from party goers or found somewhere. All of them move separately, making sure not to draw attention by moving together. Achilles is wearing a bowtie, because of course he is, but Row looks like he belongs in the fitted suit he wears. For a moment, I wonder if it’s actually his, it fits so well.

It's then I remember who he is, what he is, and that he probably has his own belongings here. We’ve brought one of the Hounds into our group, and it’s easy to forget exactly what he is. That could be his suit. He could easily turn on us right now and decide it isn’t worth it. He’s gotten what he wanted, to get off the island. All it would take now is to let someone know who and what is here. But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves along in the same direction as the rest of us.