Where r u? I messaged Ty.

My hair snaked around my head, allowing the wind to skate down the back of my neck and freeze my ass as effectively as my front. I bowed against the pelting snow inside an alcove of an abandoned building on Naustabryggja, the same street as Hell Here, bundling up as much as I could, but I wouldn't be able to stay out here for too much longer.

Ty had better reply soon because I wasn't sure where I could go. As soon as the Diamond Dogs ...