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He squeezes my arm, but his face is unreadable. “We need to do this fast, while everyone else is eating.”

“Yes, I know the plan.”

I turn away from him and lead the way back to our original hiding spot. I squint at Nigel, still sitting there, alone.

Good.

Without saying another word, and before I lose my nerve, I step over to Nigel, a few feet away from him, close to Maison’s shelter. I’m loud and clunky, purposely breaking a few twigs beneath my feet.

I pause for a moment as other voices carry from the fire. I shift my focus toward where Micah was hiding, but he’s gone. Nigel hasn’t noticed me yet. A heat fills my belly as I step toward camp, silent as Micah’s taught me so well. I need to see Maison again, even if it’s just for a second.

I hear him, and he’s laughing, as if he’s simply on a camping trip and I didn’t just tear his heart apart.

The sound of Serena laughing sickens me as I walk up and see her sitting next to him, in my spot, cuddling with him. A pit of anger boils in my stomach.

Two nights. That’s how long we’ve been separated, and it looks like he is doing just fine without me.

His face is hidden beneath a gray hood, but I see his body language. I can’t tell who’s reacting to whom. Or perhaps it’s both? And maybe it’s too late. Even if I wanted to come back, would he even want me? Do I even have a right to be upset with him right now?

“Well, well, well…”

Nigel’s slimy voice fills my ears, and my stomach coils.

I whip around. “Nigel.”

He crosses his arms and his oversized jaw tightens. “What are you doing here, skulking about? Pining over your ex already?”

I swallow a pit in my throat, but I hold his steady stare and his eyes flick to my spear. He’s stupid enough not to carry one around with him. “I’m not skulking. I came back,” I tell him.

He tilts his head. “Really. Broke up with your psycho boyfriend already, did you? Let me guess, he ripped you up between the sheets? I’ve heard he can get quite violent when he has sex.” He arches his eyebrows, enjoying this way too much. “But you like the broken ones, don’t you, London? Although, apparently, the golden boy has quite the skeletons in his closet, too.”

I curl my lip. “Don’t be sick.”

Micah’s shadow flickers in the night as he sneaks through the shelters.

So he was there? Did he see me watching Maison?

Smug satisfaction quickly replaces my sense of worry. If Nigel thinks he’s in control, Micah will have more time.

Nigel clicks his tongue. “Please, tell me what it is about that guy that has every girl dying to spread their legs for him. I’d really like to know.”

I dart my eyes to the fire when I hear Maison’s laugh. Nigel has a vicious smirk on his face when I glance back at him.

Nigel chuckles at my confused expression. “You’re too late. It took Maison no time at all to move on from you. And who can blame him? You’re nothing but a cheating little bitch.”

“Fuck you, Nigel.”

“Oh, please do. I would love that. Apparently, every other guy on this island gets their turn.”

I inch my way away from the fire and away from Micah. Nigel follows the bait as we slink back into the woods.

Nigel narrows his brows, taking one forbidding step after another.

I dislike the look in his eyes.

I step back and he mirrors every single movement with a predatory gleam in his eye. He really has lost his mind. “I know who you are, Nigel, and your relationship to Olivia. She was your sister, wasn’t she?”

That snaps him into place.