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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 looks at me for a second before he shrugs and pulls his shirt to the side, revealing a symbol I vaguely recognize as something to do with the military. “I was a navy seal. I give you my word on my brothers that I’m not going to hurt you.”

Scowling, I shift on my feet. “I don’t know you. Your word means nothing.”

“Well, then, I guess it’s on you to take that risk or not,” he replies. He holds out his hand for me to shake and I eye it. “I’m Creed Montgomery.”

I have two options. One, I tell him to fuck off and make my own way onto the island and figure out how to survive. Or two, I take the hand he’s offering, team up with him, keep my eye out for trouble, and benefit from the survival training of a Navy Seal. The choice is relatively easy.

Shaking his hand roughly, I meet his ocean eyes and smile. “Billie Hirsh.”

SEVEN

We travel along the tree line for a while, studying the shoreline, but it isn’t long before we come across another man making a raft. It’s an easy solution, probably the first solution most think of, but this one must not have realized there are armed guards out in the water. I don’t know shit, but I know if you’re going to get a raft in the water, it’s probably best to time their patrol and try and get out quickly. Also, during the day, you’d be seen for miles I think if the day is as clear as it is today. Nighttime is probably the best time to go. Shit, I’m not even an outdoorsy girl and that seems like common sense to me.

But this man is quickly tying wood together into a raft large enough for him to float on. I have to admit, his raft is much better made than the last guy’s, as if he’s built something like this before. His appearance tells me he’s from somewhere else, maybe Polynesia? I’m not the greatest with my geography but I’d definitely guess Pacific Islander.

“What do you think his plan is?” I ask Creed, watching the man carefully, studying the expert way he uses palm leaves to tie the wood together.

“Get off the island.” Creed shrugs. “I’d say that’s all he’s really thinking.”

“I doubt it’s that easy. In fact, we know it’s not.”

Creed watches the man just as closely as I do, studying how he builds the raft. “Anyone who went through the trouble of getting us here isn’t going to make it easy to just float away.” He looks up at the sky. “Besides, it’s daytime. He needs to move at night. All these idiots try this during the day and it’s not going to work.”