I'm Noah Fearly, better known as NoFear.

Turns out, surviving the stunt is easy.

Surviving Olympus? That's where things get complicated.

Making it through yet another near drowning should probably be the kind of thing that earns a girl some downtime. A vacation. A stiff drink. Maybe a break from pretending to be a man for clicks.

Instead, I'm being told I'm wrong.

That I didn't see what I saw. That the teammate I remember turning on me—the one I know tried to kill me—isn't the real threat.

But there is a threat out there and one that is getting closer and bolder, live streaming their attacks as they take out more ClikByters.

As the rest of the team starts to see the truth about me—that NoFear isn't one of the boys—somehow, our bond grows closer.

Emotionally.

Physically.

Dangerously.

But someone is lying.

Someone is hunting us—hunting me.

And if I'm right, the killer isn't watching from the shadows.

He's standing close enough to touch me.