Chapter 2Smoke couldn’t feel his feet. Maybe he’d be doing better if Ice Guy over here hadn’t frozen his feet to the goddamn floor back in that warehouse, but somehow he didn’t think the few moments back in the Bronx were more than small change compared to where they were now. The fact that they were dressed for cool Manhattan weather instead of whatever frozen hellscape this mess was didn’t help matters either.
He shoved his hands into his pockets. It didn’t help. The wind cut right through the denim like he was freaking naked.
Gin—not Ice Guy, like Smoke needed any help remembering—struggled painfully to his feet and coughed up what looked like a whole handful of blood. “All right.” He closed his eyes and swayed on his feet for a second. “Let’s see what we can find. “How far do you thi
