Chapters (72)
- Dedication
- Prey Island Map
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- CREED
- SIX
- BILLIE
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- JIRO
- TWELVE
- BILLIE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- ROW
- TWENTY-TWO
- BILLIE
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- ACHILLES
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- CREED
- THIRTY-NINE
- BILLIE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- ROW
- FIFTY
- BILLIE
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- ALSO BY KENDRA
“What do the words mean?” I ask, frowning at him.
I expect Jiro to answer. Instead, Achilles does. “Let them hate so long as they fear,” he murmurs. “Makes sense for something like this. Sounds like they’re a bunch of rich pricks to me.”
Glancing at him, I ask, “You speak Latin?”
He shrugs. “Took some classes before.”
I scowl. “Of course, you did, you fucking hipster.”
Laughing, Achilles winks at me and it shouldn’t make me get all tingly. He’s a fucking asshole, definitely not my type. Yet here I am with panty hamster flutters for him. I’ve gone and lost my goddamn mind.
“I can make a mean cappuccino, too,” he throws at me. “I’ll make you one some time. It’ll have a dick drawn in the foam so you can suck it.”
“Bet it would be bigger than what’s in your pants,” I throw back sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes.
He opens his mouth as if he’s about to defend himself but Creed stands and crosses his arms, letting us all know to shut up and pay attention.
“Enough,” he grunts. As big as he is, he’d be difficult to hide if we ever find the need to but something tells me he’ll have it covered if we get to that point. “We’re going to head inland and see how wide the island is at the center point. We’ll see if we can find anything useful and Wizkid here will map it in his handy dandy notebook.”
I snort. “Aww, your handy dandy notebook? That’s cute.”
“Fuck you. Blue’s Clues was kickass,” he spits back.
Okay. I might like him a little. Jesus Christ. I really have lost my marbles. They must be somewhere out in this jungle. Or maybe I left them on the plane. Can one steal marbles from someone else?
“It all sounds like a good plan to me,” I tell Creed, straightening my too large clothing. I’d tied the knot at my waist but it’s not staying and it’s starting to piss me off. The shirt is too big and swamps me, making it almost hotter because of the extra material bunching up around my waist. As I fidget with it, Achilles steps closer to me and I tense. I don’t know why I’m on edge when he enters my bubble. Maybe it’s the damn panty hamster again. That bitch is apparently needy as fuck.