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I RAN WITH THE REST OF them.
Across the drawbridge, down the grassy runway, and into the forest beyond.
Masters spread out, stalking through the dense trees like true hunters.
I felt like a fraud.
I’d never hunted a damn thing in my life, and the gun felt obscenely heavy in my hands.
Didn’t matter that the bullets were rubber and detonated with paint, not lead. It still went against every bone in my body to hunt people.
Wrapping my fingers tighter around the weapon, I tried to figure out how I could win a game that had so many moving parts. I couldn’t exactly kill every man on this island like I’d tried to do with Daxton, Roger, and Larry.
Out of three men, I’d only killed one.
My jog faltered a little as the true weight of that sentence punched me square in the face.
I killed someone.
Someone not exactly fit to stay alive, but…I’d still taken a life.
Did that redeem me because I’d removed a piece of evil, or did it shove me further into hell?
Does it matter?
You earned a one-way ticket the day you were born.
Gritting my teeth, I ran faster.
Trees reached out to grab me, branches swatted me in the face, and bushes clawed at my jeans. My ears rang for any sign that a Master had found a jewel and shot them.
Then again, the gunfire wasn’t loud.
I’d been surprised at how quiet my shot had been when I’d fired at Ily. I couldn’t rely on explosive bangs to point me in the right direction.
You need to figure this out and quickly.
How the fuck was I supposed to protect Ily when Victor had unleashed every monster in this place? They were free to do whatever their rotten hearts wanted. Victor had to be an idiot not to see what he’d offered and completely moronic if he thought they’d play by his rules.
Why would they?
Why would they permit only one winner when the prize was that tantalising?
The minute a slave was caught, I had absolutely no doubt that slave was most likely fucking dead.
A gush of sourness coated my tongue.
Tonight at rollcall, when this game was done, I had a horrible feeling jewel numbers would be far less, and the only one to blame would be Victor himself.
Find Ily.
That was my only objective.
What I’d do when I found her was a future problem.
Sprinting through the trees, I caught sight of three Masters picking and choosing the best trail through the undergrowth. A couple of them wafted their guns through bushes and ducked around trees as if expecting to spot a jewel huddled for cover in the bracken.
They wouldn’t be in the forest.
