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Chapters (94)
  1. Cover
  2. Time for the Dead
  3. Dedication page
  4. Map
  5. Epigraph page
  6. Prologue
  7. 1
  8. 2
  9. 3
  10. 4
  11. 5
  12. 6
  13. 7
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  91. Epilogue
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. By Lin Anderson

Only there weren’t going to be four of them to go back.

Seven slid to the ground and set herself against the rock face, knowing it would all soon be over. The nightmares, the fear, the hate that had filled her very soul.

Closing her eyes, she prepared herself. In that moment, she recalled Sugarboy’s explanation for the war and its deaths. For the cruelties, big and small. And for the love such as she’d experienced among the women of Afghanistan as they’d washed and fed her and made her tea.

Surely Sugarboy had been right: All the Gods, the Heavens and the Hells are within us.

‘Get the fuck up,’ Jack ordered, dragging her to her feet.

His anger broke over her like a menacing wave. Grabbing her hair, he yanked her through the rising water.

‘Thought you would fucking drown me?’ He caught her arm and twisted it hard. The snap of breaking bone was unmistakable and she screamed in pain.

‘I’ll do worse than that, you evil slut.’

He dragged her along what was left of the foreshore.

‘You fucking tried to kill me. You little shit. You started all of this. The explosion was your fault. Mitch and Gordo would be alive today but for you. Sugarboy too.’

He was right about the grenade, but not about Pete. She knew that now. Was sure of it.

‘You killed Pete,’ she said. ‘Not me. I hit him, but it was an accident. You were the one who killed him.’

He laughed at that and a deep sense of the end of everything came over her.

She had made the choice to sit on the beach and let the sea take her. She had been ready for that, because he would go too. But he wasn’t going to die. The bastard wasn’t going to die.

Seven fought back now, twisting in his arms, trying to break free of him. They had sparred in training and she knew his moves, but out here, with one arm useless, she didn’t stand a chance, not unless she got him into the water.

The next wave reached them. Knocked slightly off balance, he loosened his grip for a second and Seven launched herself into the undertow of the retreating wave.

Righting himself, he saw her go and threw himself into the water to follow her.

If I go down, so does he, Seven promised herself.

80

Rhona clawed at the rock face as the water tried to drag her feet from under her. The insistent barking of the dog, suggesting that Blaze had found something, served to spur her on. That and the bobbing lights behind her which had to be Alvis and hopefully members of a search team.