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Groaning, I rolled on my bed and buried my face in the pillow, trying to avoid the bright sunlight. Sweet honey scent teased my senses.
I stiffened. Honey? Sunlight?
I sat up on the mattress, groaning once more when pain shot through my chest. What the hell? The blanket slipped from under my arms and, finding myself shirtless, I saw a small black dot over my heart and several lines spreading from it, as if someone had tattooed a small spiderweb on my chest.
I touched the web and remembered. The island, the test, the Cup of Life, the Death Lords, the Black Thorn. Oh f**k.
By the Everlast, I had failed. I had gone to the island, and I had passed the test. I had held the Cup of Life, just to lose it. That couldn’t be true, because if it was true, it meant Nadine would die soon and that
