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Was it a calling card…or a warning?

“This arrow is exactly like the one you found yesterday,” Luke told her.

A painful breath filled her lungs. The Hunter was back. While she’d been showing the sponsors around the island, the same man who’d held a knife to her throat twenty-four hours ago had shot an arrow into the wreckage of the obstacle course that nearly drowned them.

“So he’s still here on the island, and he’s toying with us.” For a moment she felt so helpless that hot tears rushed to her eyes. Luke spread his arms wide and she stepped between them, looking for their comforting strength.

“So, the Hunter came back after stealing our boat yesterday?” she asked.

“Or he might be one of the four people back at the campsite right now,” Luke said.

Something rustled in the forest behind them. They both spun sharply. She searched the tree line. She heard nothing but the whispers of trees in the breeze. The Hunter could be anywhere. Silent. Deadly. Now she knew: nowhere was safe.