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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

Later, when the relief of escaping sets in, I might think about it differently. Maybe I’ll be thankful for the experience. Maybe I’ll need to go to a therapist and . . . well, I can’t exactly tell them what happened, can I? Therapy will be a no go. Most things will be. I have to keep quiet, or I die. Prey Island will keep some of its control over me despite escaping it.

The new island comes into view. Some part of me is terrified we’ll never make it out, that the Hound Society will be waiting for us when we dock, but as we ease the boat in, no one comes running. No one shoots at us. No one bats an eye at the yacht with bullet holes in the sides of it or the five scruffy looking people who climb off it and never return. Even dressed in ripped clothing that cost more than most make, even some of us bleeding or covered in blood, no one questions it.

Which tells me all I need to know.

The Hound Society has been at this for a very long time.

Row disappears for about thirty minutes, leaving us with a card to buy food. The first taste of actual, real food nearly makes me come unglued. After that, I scarf down as much as possible until I’m bloated with so much that I could fall over happy. Something more than meat or fruits is heavenly. Just anything with seasoning. I could die happily knowing that I got to eat good food one last time. We all eat until we can’t any more.

When Row returns, it’s to hand us paperwork and plane tickets. His mask is firmly in place, but when he looks at me, it softens just enough to show me who he is underneath.

Then he gestures to the car waiting on the curb. “Shall we?”

Though we made it, though this is it, I still look over my shoulder. There, standing on the dock near the boat we’re leaving behind, is a man in a suit. When he sees me watching, he presses his finger to his mouth, telling me to keep my mouth shut, while pulling open his coat just slightly and flashing his piece. My heart rate kicks higher but before I can panic, Row shoves me into the car and closes the door behind me.

When I look out the window again, the man is gone.

He’d done his job.

Now it’s my job to keep the secrets.

FIFTY-THREE

The Amata Kabua International Airport is small by most standards. There are only two airlines servicing the airport and Row got us tickets for those running. Each ticket leads to a different place, a different home for each of us. It pains me to think that I’ll be returning to Colorado, far away from the others.