Jake couldn’t believe it.
After fighting swells for hours, clinging to a bit of wreckage, he’d been cast up on this island in the middle of nowhere, just to find his arch enemy got there first.
It was their fight aboard the Windseeker that caused the boat to explode.
Bill’s fault. He’d knocked over the lamp that caused the fire.
What the hell were they going to do now? Fight every day until one of them killed the other?
With narrowed eyes, he watched Bill advance.
Bill offered a hand.
“Truce until we can find a way off this island?”