Hans was a bastard indeed. That was all I could think about as I stared him down, my eyes fixed on his crazy ones as he paraded the detonator before us. If he blew up the ship, he would be destroying his own way back to the mainland as well, but it looked like he didn't care. Could it be that he had something else in mind?
Or was it that he'd stolen explosives and set them up around our camp so that all of us would die, including him, if we refused to comply?
"What's wrong?" Hans taunted, his mouth stretching wide in a sarcastic smirk. "Don't want to take a gamble?" I refused to give him the satisfaction of an answer, however, and continued staring him down. Skylar and the girls came round to flank me too.
"I must be your worst enemy! Aren't I, Forrest?" Hans called, licking his lips di
