Chapter 19

Cecelia's hand trembled slightly as she held the gun. Before her, about 30 feet away, stood a young girl with a red apple precariously balanced on her head. The woman's shoulders were trembling slightly as well. "This distance should be stupidly easy for you," Bill said, crossing his arms and lifting his eyebrows. His voice left no room for argument. "If you want to be at Mr. Goodwin's side, you cannot simply be mediocre. "This is as much for your own good as it is for his." Cecelia knew that he was not joking. Since arriving on the island, she had discovered that, among the dozen or so people that Yves had gathered, every single one of them had some extraordinary skill—except her. Some of them were skilled hackers, gold traders, and even mercenaries who had braved all sorts of danger before. She was the only one who had no background. To top it off, she also looked weak. Dragging her mind back to the present, Cecelia looked at the girl beneath the apple. Her name was Rachel L