Nevara
By morning, the storm had passed. The sky was smeared with pale gold, and the trees were dripping like they’d just been wrung out. But we were dry. Warm. Well-fed. Because I made the call.
Jones gave me a nod as he tightened his pack straps, then muttered, “Not bad. For a king fucker.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Hopkins just scoffed and shouldered his bag like he’d spent the night in a palace instead of a nylon dome on muddy ground.
“Let’s go,” I said, already walking.
The second half of the team portion was different—less physical, more mental. We opened up the day two envelope and learned that something had been hidden somewhere in our quadrant. What exactly, they wouldn’t say. Only that we’d need to work together to decipher a set of clues.
Clues w
