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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

Creed and Row take up positions on the back of the boat and fire at the guards spilling forward, holding them off. Even with a bullet wound in his arm, Creed holds his gun steady with his left arm, firing while bracing the rifle against his shoulder. It reminds me again of what he is, of what he’s probably already experienced in his life. I’d seen a few scars on his body. He’s probably been shot before. An arm wound isn’t going to slow him down, clearly.

Achilles goes to work on the tethers, fewer than the big boats but still far too many.

I follow Jiro up to the captain’s spot and move around at his instruction.

“Press the red button,” he commands.

On the system, there are at least three red buttons. “Which one?” I growl.

“The one on the right!”

I slam my fist against it.

“Yellow switch!”

I do as he says, trying to focus despite the gunshots going off right outside, despite the guards getting closer, using themselves as cannon fodder.

The yacht rumbles fully to life as Jiro presses button after button, firing it up, getting it ready to go.

He slams open the window. “Tethers?”

“Good to go!” Achilles shouts back.

Jiro pulls a lever back and the engines rumble louder, beginning to pull back. Then he increases the speed because we don’t have time to waste. We need to get away from the bullets pinging off the ship.

None of us are braced for it. Achilles may have removed some tethers, but he must have missed one. The yacht jerks brutally, throwing me off my feet to slam against the back wall. I see Achilles go flying, barely being missed by the taunt rope before the bumper it was attached to tears away and pulls into the ocean after us.

Jiro, wasting no time, guns it again as I climb to my feet, wincing at what will be bruises later.

A man appears on the port, running after the yacht despite it pulling away and the bullets flying around. He’s wearing an expensive suit but not nearly as expensive looking as a lot of the other Hounds.

“Stop!” he shouts. “That’s my ship!”

Creed laughs at the man’s command and aims his rifle at him, firing once and taking out his kneecap. The Hound goes down, slamming into the decking with a shrill scream. I almost wish I had it on camera to watch over and over again. It was that satisfying.

Row snorts. “That guy was a major asshole.”