Stuck in an Island with Twelve Beautiful Women

Zoey looked up at the watchersign and shook her head slowly. "We don’t move unless we decide to."

Jude exhaled. "Then we go back. We rest. And we wait."

But something stirred behind them.

A sound. Low. Almost too low to notice. But not a growl. Not footsteps.

Breathing.

They turned as one.

And standing at the tree line was another version of Jude.

Exactly like him. Down to the scar on his chest. The mark on his shoulder. His face. His mouth. His eyes.

He didn’t speak.

He just smiled.

And then, behind him, a second Sophie stepped from the trees.