Chapter 32: What the Cold Knows

Felix POV

I counted steps because counting was easier than thinking.

Forty. Forty-one. The stairwell turned, and the steel rang under our boots like a bell nobody wanted to hear.

Three men lay on the landing behind us. I didn't look back. I knew exactly how they'd fallen.

That was what bothered me.

It wasn't the bodies or how quiet I'd been inside. What bothered me was how my hand hadn't shaked or how my chest hadn't burned. My finger moved, and it was done, like I was just turning a light swit