The Island by Kit Kyndall & Kit Tunstall

Author:Kit Kyndall & Kit Tunstall [Kyndall, Kit]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amourisa Press
Published: 2017-12-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Spencer

How the hell had she gotten away from me? Cutting myself some slack, and due to the fact that my head was still aching, and I had an occasional moment of slightly blurred vision, I accepted I had been too slow to respond after that little shit hit me with the branch and tried to steal her away from me. I just sat there like an idiot as she stared at me before running. It’d taken me another couple minutes to really gather my senses and get to my feet to follow her.

At that point, I was still overly confident in the tracker, and I’d followed the route it mapped for me. It wasn’t until I was almost at the destination that I realized the red dot hadn’t moved for several minutes. I was terrified for her and broke into a run despite the pounding in my head, expecting to emerge to find someone attacking her, or her injured. Instead, I just found her damn backpack and some of her other items abandoned. She figured out I was tracking her somehow, and she’d left it all behind.

That had taken my advantage, and I’d spent the last few hours stumbling blindly through the jungle again, vision even further obscured by the periodic heavy rain. It came in waves, and sometimes the rain was so thick it drenched me in seconds while pounding against my skin with incredible force. Other times, it was a light drizzle, but it had rained steadily since almost the time she’d last slipped away from me.

I shouldn’t have gotten distracted by trying to subdue her right there in the jungle. I should’ve just thrown her over my shoulder and gone to the nearest cottage to claim her. I wouldn’t make that mistake again. The next time I got my hands on her, I was claiming her immediately.

I just had to find her first, and that was proving to be a bigger challenge than I’d expected. Without the GPS unit telling me where to look, I was just as blind and clueless as I’d been the first day. I didn’t like feeling out of my element or inept. They were emotions I’d never really experienced before. I was certain Foster would say it was a humbling experience that was good for me, but I was just getting increasingly frustrated and pissed off.

At first, when I heard someone calling, I didn’t realize it was her. I just kept walking, but then it penetrated it was a female voice. I veered, changing direction to head toward the sound, and the closer I got, the clearer the word became.

“Help.”

Someone was calling it over and over again, and there was an edge of panic to her voice. I was almost certain it was Anya calling, but with the intensity of the rain pouring down and distorting the sound, I couldn’t be sure. Even if it wasn’t her, someone was clearly calling for help. I didn’t have to claim a woman just because I rescued her, and this one sounded frantic.

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