Page 152 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
I try to find the door.
I reach for the knife in my pocket.
My head spins.
My legs falter.
The world goes black.
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Bea
Waves crashing.Bright sunlight against my closed eyelids.
Where am I?
My skin is hot.
My body stiff.
I wiggle my toes.
I feel soft cushions beneath me.
What happened?
Something bad. I know something bad happened. There’s a panicked sensation bubbling in my chest.
Remember, Bea, remember.
“Are you awake?”
A voice. Familiar. I know it from somewhere.
Feminine.
“Would you like some water?”
I force open my eyes. Sunshine floods my view, golden and piercing, reflecting off a glistening surface.
I squint, lifting my heavy arm to shield my eyes.
The ocean.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
I turn my head towards the voice.
A woman lies out on a sun-lounger beside me. Behind her, stretches endless white sand, palms trees and colorful cactuses.
I squint harder, her face slowly coming into view.
She’s wearing skin-tight denim shorts and a skimpy bikini top, her long hair is plaited loosely over one shoulder, and her lips painted a blood red to match her nails.
Oversized sunglasses cover most of her face but as I stare at her, she lifts her hand and snatches them off her face, resting them down on her tanned thigh.
My head thumps.
