Shooting pains jolted up her arms and legs. Raven couldn't imagine what was happening to her. All she knew is that she didn't want to die. Whenever she danced with the grim reaper, she did so without fear. She was a weapon. One day, like an old battle-worn sword, she would retire gracefully back into the forge.
Raven knew she had done what she was born to do. In her last fleeting moments of consciousness, her brain synopsis fired wildly in an attempt to consider all options. There was only one thought that stood out above the rest. That night on the yacht, the stars, Mike declaring his love for Raven.
I never told him. I didn't say it back. I love you too! I.... Can't die here. I have to tell him!
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FantasyA love triangle. A nuclear missile. A fragile alliance. Raven is contracted by the D.O.D to investigate a mysterious outbreak on the island of Samoa. She assembles a team of the best. Yet, what sounds like a recipe for a romantic getaway, turns out...
