Prue was back in the jungle.The heat pressed down on her like it was suffocating her. The air was thick with moisture and the smell of rotting vegetation. Her wedding dress clung to her skin, soaked through with sweat and something else. Something dark and wet.Blood.“Nate?” Her voice came out small, frightened. She couldn’t see him. The jungle was too thick, the undergrowth pressing in from all sides. “Nate!”Gunfire erupted. The sound was deafening, echoing off the trees, coming from ...