“Well,” Luca sighs, starting to walk towards our numbered van and taking me with him, “no sitting on the sidelines today. Do you know how to do any of this survival s**t?”
“A little bit,” I say, underplaying my knowledge in case it turns out that I forget it all when we’re out there.
“Good,” Luca sighs. “You teach me to start a fire, I’ll punch anyone who comes at you. Deal?”
“Deal,” I say, grinning. But my face falls when we reach out van and the rest of our group turns to us with cold expressions. I blink, surprised – because while I don’t know any of their names? They certainly know ours, and they’re not happy to see us.
“Well, look who it is,” says the tallest – a broadly built guy with dark hair and pale, pale skin. Next to him stand his shorter twin and another who looks unrelate
