Jace crowed again and extinguished his little makeshift torch. Once was enough for tonight, he thought. “You suppose? Hell, doll, that’s the best trick I got.” He could admire her level of confidence in her own skills, but she lots points for using the excuse that she had to have Silas’ approval. “C’mon, everyone knows how to make a pipe bomb outta household shit.” Well, maybe not everyone, but he’d learned that trick.
“Friend of mine was a fire-breather. Like legit fire-breathing,” he explained, switching gears from needling her about her excuse to why she couldn’t upstage him. Actually, he didn’t mind so much that his trick would at least be considered the coolest until the end of the night. “They taught me one night when we were bored.” Almost set the whole warehouse on fire, but that was a whole other thing, and there was no way he telling that part of the story to Nick, who already seemed suspicious of his abilities.
He shouldered the knapsack again, headed back for the bonfire because it was pretty cold around here. “You can learn all sorts of shit in NYC,” he added with a flash of a grin.