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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

I blink at him. “Now I know why they say to eat the rich.”

“Yeah,” he says, despite the fact he’s included in that sentiment. “Come on. We still have a long ways to go before we reach the East Tower. Better to leave than stand around talking.”

As we pass, Creed slams his foot down on the camera, shattering it just in case it was still working.

Fuck the bastards who dare to watch us. I hope they’re getting a show, because when I find them, I’m going to make sure they remember me.

Even if it’s because I’m covered in their blood.

TWENTY-FIVE

“I’m so tired of this jungle,” I grunt. “I’d kill for a Starbucks and some fuzzy socks right about now.”

Achilles glances back at me. “Out of everything, that’s what you miss?”

“Don’t rain on my parade just because you like living without comforts,” I growl. “Keep your survivalist bullshit to yourself.”

He shrugs. “I can admit I miss pizza.”

“Oh my god, yes. There’s this little pizza shop down the street from me—”

“I make mine myself,” he interrupts.

I scowl. “Of course you do. I bet even Bear Grylls eats at pizza shops every now and then.”

Achilles snorts. “That fraud? Yeah, I bet he does.”

“You take that back!” I gasp, pointing my finger at him. “Bear is a saint teaching normal people how to survive in case their plane crashes.”

“As if you’re going to survive a plane crash,” Achilles says with a roll of his eyes.

“Enough,” Jiro grunts. “You’re making me want pizza.”

I laugh at the soft bickering we’ve all grown accustomed to. We’ve gotten closer and it’s strange to think like that. After all, it’s only been a few days, but here I am feeling closer to these four guys than I have almost anyone in my life. Even Row is growing on me, though I think it’s mostly because I sense something just beneath his skin that he’s hiding. He’s not as soft as Achilles thinks. The rich have to be cutthroat in order to survive. Thinking Row hasn’t adapted such a mentality would be a mistake. I like men with layers and damn if I don’t want to peel those layers back and look deeper inside him.

I’m about to keep talking, maybe bring up other comforts I miss, but before I can get the words out, a bullet comes out of nowhere, misses my head by an inch, and hits the tree behind me. I don’t even hear the bang from the gun. Bark explodes from the impact as I duck and cover my head, the others doing the same.