The native slumps to the ground, dead. But not before he covers me with his blood. I look down at myself, my eyes wide, and my stomach lurching. I clutch my mid-section and double over.

Oh, dear God. I just killed someone. I begin to dry heave. I must be dreaming! I draw several deep breaths through my mouth, but that makes the heaving worse. My throat is raw, and my stomach feels like it's on fire. I overhear Jason comforting Penelope, asking if she's okay. I clench fistfuls of ...