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I’m drifting in that weird no-man’s land between awake and asleep. Cruz’s arm is circling my waist, anchoring my body to the sand beneath us, but my mind keeps being sucked under, back into the dream.

There’s no fire this time. No choking smoke or screaming baby. This time all I hear is Hortense singing, and all I see is a hazy yellow glow. Then a beautiful girl’s face slowly appears, like a Polaroid picture. She has gleaming chestnut skin and dark brown eyes. She’s smiling at me, but a tear is trickling down her cheek. She opens her mouth to speak, but before she can say a word a snake slithers out from between her lips, its fangs bared.

I wake with a start, my heart pounding. Cruz pulls me closer.

‘Grace,’ he whispers in my ear. His voice is husky with sleep.

I allow my body to sink into his, soaking up the warmth, and I start composing a checklist in my head to help bring me back to reality. The singing and the girl and the snake were all just a dream. I’m awake now. Cruz is right next to me. Belle, the Flea and Dan are sleeping on the other side of the palm trees. Everything’s okay. Well, as okay as it can be when you’ve been shipwrecked on a desert island that’s possessed by the spirit of a voodoo queen.

An icy sweat erupts on my skin as I think of Hortense. Get a grip, Grace, I tell myself, don’t go losing the plot now. I think of the boat we found yesterday, and the fact that we’ll be leaving in it at first light. But if Hortense can read my mind won’t she know what we’ve got planned? Won’t she try and stop us? I lie there, motionless, waiting for her whispered voice in my head. But all I hear are the hisses and creaks from the rainforest and the sound of the waves as they crash on the beach. I haven’t heard Hortense’s voice or sensed her presence since we rescued Belle yesterday and Hortense tried to lure me to her. Maybe Cruz was right. Maybe I did break the spell by refusing to go to her. Maybe the nightmare really is over.

Cruz grips me tighter, as if he can sense that I’m thinking about him. As his breath whispers through my hair, my skin begins to tingle. Very carefully, I turn over so that I’m facing him. Part of me wishes he would wake up, but another part of me is glad he’s asleep. When he’s awake I have to ration the amount I look at him, so that I don’t appear too love-struck, but now I can gaze away to my heart’s content. I look at the mass of dark curls spilling on to his face, the sharp curve of his cheekbones and the stubble darkening his jaw like a shadow. Then I look at his mouth and the places either side where dimples appear whenever he smiles.

It’s hard to believe that the words ‘I love you’ came from that mouth just a few hours ago. Did he mean it? Can he really love me already? We’ve only known each other a few days, but so much has happened it’s like we’ve condensed an entire lifetime into them. Once, when I’d been having doubts about my ex-boyfriend, Todd, I asked my mom how you knew when you were in love. She gave me a real sad smile and said, ‘Oh, don’t worry, sweetpea, you’ll know. There’s a reason why they call it falling in love. It’s like stepping off the Empire State Building with your eyes and arms wide open. You know you could end up with your heart all smashed to pieces, but you just don’t care.’ At the thought of Mom my eyes prickle with tears. How will she be coping now we’ve been missing so long? I love you, Mom, I say loudly in my head. I love you and I’m gonna be back home real soon. I pray that through some umbilical-style mother-daughter telepathy, she’ll somehow hear me all the way in Los Angeles.

I blink my tears away and look back at Cruz. He looks so peaceful; it’s like all the stress of the past few days has drained away into the sand while he’s been asleep. He stirs and moves his face so close to mine our lips brush. My internal, incoming-Cruz radar kicks into action, making my heart pound.

‘Hello,’ he whispers, pulling me to him.

‘Hello,’ I whisper back.

His fingers start moving inside my T-shirt, trailing warmth up my spine. Then he moves one hand round so that it’s cupping my breast. I can’t help letting out a gasp and he instantly stops. I guess he’s worried he’s gone too far. But he hasn’t, he hasn’t at all. My lips find his again. If synchronised kissing was an Olympic sport our mouths would be going for gold right now. Cruz rolls on top of me and starts whispering something in Spanish in my ear.

‘What does that mean?’ I whisper back.

‘You are so beautiful,’ he whispers, breathlessly.

‘Grace, Cruz. Are you guys awake?’

We both freeze at the sound of the Flea’s voice. Cruz rolls back on to the sand beside me.

‘What’s up?’ I call, pulling my T-shirt down. In the pale moonlight I can just make out the Flea’s thin silhouette peering round the cluster of trees.

‘It’s Belle.’

My stomach lurches and I start scrambling to my feet. ‘What’s wrong with her?’

The Flea comes closer. His T-shirt’s crumpled and his dark hair is flat on one side from where he’s been sleeping on it. ‘She keeps moaning like she’s having a really bad nightmare. But I can’t wake her.’

I hold my hand out to Cruz to help him up and we hurriedly make our way around the trees to where Dan and Belle are sleeping. I can hear the soft purr of Dan’s snores coming from within his cocoon of towels. Next to him Belle is twitching and breathing in shallow gasps. We crouch down around her.

‘Belle,’ I say in her ear. ‘Belle, wake up.’

Belle lets out a low moan, as if she’s in pain.

‘What’s wrong with her?’ the Flea says, his voice trembling.

Cruz leans forward and grabs hold of Belle’s shoulder. ‘Wake up, Belle,’ he says, gently shaking her.

Belle frowns but her eyes stay shut.

‘Belle, honey, you have to wake up!’ the Flea cries.

Dan sits bolt upright, like a horror-flick mummy rising from its tomb. ‘Wass going on?’ he yells, looking around wildly as if preparing for a fight.

‘It’s okay, we’re just trying to wake Belle,’ I explain.

Dan stares at me like I’m nuts. ‘What the hell? It’s the middle of the night.’

‘I know, but she’s having some kind of terrible nightmare,’ the Flea says.

‘I know the feeling.’ Dan sighs and slumps back down on to the sand.

The Flea looks at me. ‘Maybe we should sing her favourite song?’

‘Say what?’ Dan mutters.

‘It’s what they do to coma patients to try and bring them round,’ the Flea says. ‘I saw it on an episode of World’s Worst Diseases one time. There was this girl who was in a coma after catching alligator AIDS and –’

Dan pokes his head out from under his towel. ‘Catching what ?!’

‘Alligator AIDS.’ The Flea frowns at him. ‘It was World’s Worst Diseases for chrissakes. Anyways, the girl was, like, a massive Beyoncé fan, so her mom made her a playlist on her iPod and she came round by the very next ad break.’

‘I ain’t singing no “Single Ladies”,’ Dan mutters. ‘She’s probably just wiped out after everything that happened to her. I say we let her sleep.’

I look down at Belle. Her face is glistening with sweat, but when I touch her cheek it’s freezing. ‘I don’t know,’ I say, ‘she’s not looking so great. Let’s try sitting her up.’

Cruz helps me prop Belle into a seated position.

‘What’s that smell?’ Belle murmurs.

The hairs on the back of my neck instantly prickle. ‘What smell?’ I stare down at Belle. Can she smell the same strange scent that I do whenever Hortense is near? I take a deep breath in through my nose, but all I can smell is the humid, earthy scent of the rainforest.

‘Beau-Belle!’ the Flea says loudly. ‘Come on, honey, you have to wake up.’ He leans forward and starts shaking her.

Belle’s eyes flicker open.

‘Oh, thank God!’ The Flea smothers her in a hug.

Cruz and I sit back and exchange relieved grins.

‘Well, now you guys have woken her, how about we all go back to sleep?’ Dan grunts from beneath his blanket of towels.

Belle frowns. ‘Why’s it so dark?’

‘Because it’s night time,’ Dan sighs. ‘You know? When most normal folk try and get some sleep.’

‘There’s not much of a moon tonight, hon,’ the Flea says, putting his arm round her.

‘But I can’t . . .’ Belle pushes the Flea away and stares around frantically. ‘I can’t see anything!’

The Flea frowns at her. ‘What do you mean?’

Belle starts trembling, her eyes wide with fear. ‘I can’t see a thing. Oh my God! I’ve gone blind!’

Dark of the Moon

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