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Kaz was going to slam his head into the wall with frustration. Kaz, Jesper, Nina, and Wylan all stood in Kaz’s office. They had moved into the slat upon their return from Ravka. Kaz’s office and their bedrooms resided upstairs, where nobody but the Crows were permitted to access. Dregs that needed a roof over their heads all stayed downstairs and could come and go as they pleased. So long as they did their jobs. Now with Per Haskell disgraced and missing in action, Kaz opted to form his own gang. “Does it have to be me?” Wylan asked meekly for the third time that evening. Or perhaps it was the fourth? “Just all those people around, and the merchant council…” he trailed off.“Yes.” Kaz grit his teeth. “It shouldn’t be too hard, Wylan. You’ll just need to stand there and look nice.” Kaz paused in consideration. “And blow something up if things go awry,” he added as an afterthought. It was a simple job, in and out and Kaz was eager to get it done; it would be his last easy endeavor in a while. A high-society meeting at a rather lavish bar and Kaz had managed to snag an invitation. Normally, he would turn his nose to these types of things but rumors circulating merchant councilman Dryden suggest involvement in an up-and-coming brothel. Karl Dryden was the newest and youngest member of the merchant council, having inherited his fortune from his father. He was young, stupid, and eager to make a name for himself. Unsurprising that someone as privileged as himself would take the less ethical route. The plan was for Kaz to mention his interest in the “business” as a way to earn kruger quickly, with the Crow Club gone, it would hopefully pique Dryden’s interest and a confession would fall into his lap. It was hardly foolproof and Kaz would sooner pray to the Saints than indulge in owning or funding pleasure houses. No matter, the evening would be multifunctional. An entire night spent in a room mingling with high society and members of the council? Plenty of pockets to pick and plenty of blackmail material to be found. However, the invitation was explicit about bringing a plus one. Thus, bringing Wylan as his date, much to his demolitions expert’s chagrin. “Why not Jesper?” The small pyromaniac gestured to his boyfriend.“Sorry, darling. I’m banned from that bar,” Jesper shrugged. “They have my face up on the wall and everything. Can you believe they made me sit for a portrait?” Wylan gaped at him incredulously. Kaz blinked slowly in disbelief. The requirements needed to be banned from a bar in the barrel were a mystery to even him. He’s seen Jesper shoot a man in a bar and his reprimand was being cut off. Whatever Jesper did, Kaz was spared a headache not knowing.“Nina?” Wylan tried. “No,” Kaz snapped immediately. Never again. Not after acting as her husband in Shu Han. It took an impressive amount of restraint to not kick her under the table after she called him Waffles. That left Wylan as his only option, with Inej being out at sea and him not trusting any of the dregs nearly enough. Wylan also knows how to navigate the world of the wealthy, Kaz safely assumed. He has yet to disclose that Wylan Hendricks is really Wylan Van Eck. It seemed useless to bring up at the moment. “C’mon, Wy,” Jesper encouraged. “It’s not like he’s asking you to make out with him,” he said quite vulgarly and Wylan made a face. He turned to Kaz. “You’re not, right?” Kaz’s lip curled in disgust. “No. Stand beside me, sip on your drink, and laugh politely at awful jokes.” Wylan frowned slightly. “For Saint's sake,” Nina groaned, fed up. “He wants you to be his arm candy. Sit there, look pretty, and act stupid.” Kaz was displeased with the crudeness of her explanation but reluctantly nodded his agreement. That was it, essentially. “I don’t know how to do that,” Wylan grumbled and crossed his arms. Kaz viewed the pout as a victory, knowing it was Wylan’s unenthusiastic compliance. “You’ve got the pretty part down.” Jesper kissed Wylan’s cheek. “And I think you’re plenty stupid!” Nina added with a pat on his opposite cheek. Wylan scowled and shoved her hand away. “Fine,” he huffed. “It better be as easy as you say.” He looked at Kaz expectantly. “In and out,” Kaz assured him before he walked out of the room, cane clicking.
Kaz stood irritably by the door. They were due to leave twenty minutes ago. Wylan had shouted that he was almost ready when Kaz banged on his bedroom door with his cane. He fiddled with his uncomfortable tie and pulled at his scratchy collar as he waited. Kaz considered himself well-dressed, but this was just absurd and uncomfortable. Nina had rifled through his closet, claiming his usual trench coat would be considered less than acceptable by his company. She adorned him with a charming, tight-fitting three-piece suit. Silver, silk shirt with a deep black vest, patterned with small, barely noticeable feathers along with black slacks and leather shoes. What really made the outfit, Jesper claimed, was the gold tie and golden cufflinks Jesper had fabricated for him. The accessories were made to match his cane which was clutched tightly in his gloved hand. He refused to let them touch his hair, so unkempt it remained.He raised an eyebrow at the sudden crashing and swearing from upstairs. After they deemed Kaz’s appearance acceptable, Jesper and Nina made their way to Wylan’s room to help him. Following a few more loud, admittingly worrying noises of destruction, Wylan was descending the stairs looking less than pleased. He wore a well-fitting emerald green suit Kaz vaguely recognized as Jesper’s; the durast must have tailored it to Wylan’s size. A perfectly tied, elegant bow tie embellished his neck and his heeled boots echoed against the stairs. Jesper admired him from behind as he walked down, he could only assume the suit complimented his figure nicely. His hair had more volume to it than usual and was curled at the ends.“What’d I tell you? Looks pretty no problem!” Jesper grinned broadly at Kaz’s staring and Nina smiled smugly, both pleased with their handiwork. “Save the ogling for your date, Kaz.” Nina pushed her luck. “I’d rather blind myself with my own bomb than date Kaz,” Wylan agonized, fiddling with his sleeves. “No offense.” Kaz shared the sentiment. “None taken. We should be on our way, Wylan.” Wylan took a deep breath as if to prepare himself for the night ahead before joining Kaz at the door and awkwardly offering his arm. “Not a chance,” Kaz deadpanned before he walked out to their awaiting carriage. He had rented a fairly expensive carriage for them, it helped to look the part and to arrive extravagantly. He paid a dreg he couldn’t remember the name of good kruger to lead the horse and keep her mouth shut. She waited for them in a nice enough dress, giving Kaz and Wylan a nod which Kaz ignored while Wylan offered her a polite little wave. He hauled himself up into the carriage and Wylan followed, sitting opposite of him. He shut the door and the carriage began to move.Kaz observed Wylan. He was fidgeting in his seat and picking at his nails. His breath was shallow, shoulders stiff with tension. Kaz knew his fear stemmed from more than the prospect of failing the simple job. The merchant council would be in attendance.“He won’t be there,” Kaz told him. Wylan’s gaze snapped up. “What?” “Your father,” he clarified. “He won’t be there. I checked the guest list.” Wylan was breathing erratically now, eyes wide with panic. He gripped the seat of the carriage impossibly tight, knuckles white under the moonlight that streamed in through the carriage’s curtain. He looked like he wanted to run, and Kaz knew he was considering it. If the quick glances at the door handle were anything to go by. “Ho- how did you know?” Wylan asked, trembling. “I've known since we first met. Your satchel had your full name stitched into the front. You should have burned it off sooner.”Wylan looked mortified and Kaz was sure he was flustered under the blush Nina applied to his cheeks. “Why haven’t you told anyone?” “Not my secret,” Kaz said plainly. Really, it was a secret that had no use to him at the moment. “You won’t say anything?” His breath was calming. Kaz didn’t see the point in lying. He needed his Crows loyal, and loyalty was earned with more than brute force. Though, brute force is a strong motivator that Kaz frequently favors. Loyalty was rooted in honesty, and his admittedly rare ability to be transparent about his intentions.“Not unless I find myself with a reason to. I suggest you share your heritage before such a reason arises.” Wylan nodded jerkily as he anxiously flexed his fingers against his thighs. Kaz was fine enduring the rest of the ride in silence, but his curiosity was an insatiable thing. Being the child of a wealthy merchant is something many in the Barrel would do unspeakable things for. Privilege with an impossible chance to be born into, yet Wylan had been. And now he was here slumming it up with criminals, with murderers, with Kaz Brekker. How was it Jesper had described him during one of his drunken, pining lamentations? A prince turned pauper.“Wylan.” Kaz waited for him to look up. “Why did you leave?” “I didn’t leave,” Wylan snapped with sudden anger. “Doesn’t matter how it happened. I’m here now and I’m not going back.” Curiouser and curiouser. Seeing Wylan angry, truly angry was a rare thing. Fear, exasperation, amusement, boldness, and most importantly determination, were common emotions he displayed. Hell, Kaz would even describe him as violent at the best of times. But never angry. The closest thing to anger Wylan had ever displayed was his reaction to Jesper forgetting him. And even then, there was more annoyance than anger. Whatever happened between Wylan and his father was clearly a sensitive topic that Kaz didn’t have the energy nor the interest to broach. The carriage fell back into silence as they suffered in the thick, suffocating tension. Unnatural light shone through the windows as they approached the bar. Kaz glanced past the curtain and saw improbably tall and muscular bouncers guarding the doors checking for invitations. Kaz knew his reputation preceded him, even here. Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, Bastard of the Barrel was ruthless and possessed more committed murders than fingers. Presenting himself as approachable and enjoyable to converse with would be more challenging than any scheme he’d ever conceived. The carriage halted to a stop and their driver opened the door for them, offering out a hand to help them out. “Thank you, Anika.” Wylan took her hand and stepped down. So that was her name. Kaz ignored her hand and dropped himself out of the carriage without grace, landing with all of his weight on his cane. He ignored Wylan’s look of concern.They approached the door and Kaz took vindictive pleasure in the way the guard’s eyes widened at the sight of him. The tall man’s hand shook slightly as he held it out, waiting for their invitation. Kaz pulled it out of his pocket and dropped it into his hand. It was scanned quickly before Kaz and Wylan were given a nod and allowed through. Together, they walked into the extravagantly lit bar, abuzz with light conversation and mediocre piano playing. Multiple chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, the bright lights complimenting the rays of moonlight that shone in through the tall, intricately designed windows. Now, as he observed the place, it was easy to understand how Jesper was banned. He turned his head to the wall behind him and sure enough, there was Jesper’s lone portrait, with the words refuse service printed largely under his drunken smile. Kaz took in the room, recognizing a few faces from the stadwatch before spotting Dryden among his colleagues. He ghosted his palm over the curve of Wylan’s tense back and led him over to the crowd of merchers. Kaz was careful not to touch him. He leaned down to Wylan’s ear. “Relax,” Kaz spoke lowly. Wylan gave a shaky nod.They made their way over with the grace of newborn foals. With Kaz’s limp and Wylan’s shaking frame, they made quite the spectacle. It was blatantly clear they didn’t belong and people stared at them as such. Kaz heard his name in passing, either whispered with fear, awe, or disdain.“Gentlemen!” Kaz greeted, plastering on his best smile. It felt foreign on his face and his lips slightly strained in protest.The merchers greeted him with polite yet wary nods, a few addressing him with Mr. Brekker, Dryden being one of them. The scantily dressed women and men attached to their arms kept their gazes trained on the floor as they were introduced by their respective partners. Soon the introductions circled back around to Kaz as they stared at him expectantly. He tried his best to sound adoring as he introduced Wylan. “This is my date, Wylan Hendricks. Isn’t he a gorgeous thing?” Kaz managed to say without sounding too repulsed. He wasn’t blind, he knew Wylan was nice to look at, but it was hard to talk about him in such a demeaning way. Kaz, unlike Jesper, favored his demolition expertise over his soft eyes. Wylan followed example and gave a sickeningly sweet smile to the council members before staring at his shoes. Violence stirred in Kaz as a few merchants raked their eyes over Wylan for a bit too long, gazing longingly over parts of his suit that hugged a bit tighter than others. His deep green suit was plenty more modest than the merchers’ plus ones, but it still left little to the imagination.“Breathtaking,” Dryden agreed with a nod. “Where did you find him?” “I beg your pardon?” Kaz’s smile faltered and he fought to keep it plastered. He didn’t see himself leaving tonight without breaking at least one bone in the merchant’s body. “Which brothel is he from? I would have remembered an angel like him.” He dared to rest a hand on Wylan’s waist and squeezed tightly. Wylan stiffened but didn’t shift away from the callous hand. Even with his face downturned, Kaz could see his clenched jaw and the flame blazing in his eyes. Being felt up was not a part of the job, and Kaz protected his Crows. Kaz swallowed the bile in his throat and forced himself to wrap an arm around Wylan, drawing him closer and away from Dryden before the hand could trail lower. Even with the layers of clothing between them, the contact wasn’t easy, but he managed. “Why don’t you go get us some drinks?” He smiled in slight apology at Wylan. Wylan nodded a bit too eagerly and all but sprinted off to the open bar. Kaz couldn’t blame him, he was surprised his demo man had enough restraint to not shove the prick off. Perhaps a pleasant buzz would do him some good and keep him away from Dryden’s prying, greedy eyes and hands. “No brothel.” Kaz returned to the conversation. “It’s just been impossible to find a decent one, what with Heleen gone.” A few merchants fixed Kaz with an astonished and slightly disgusted look. Nice to know his reputation hasn’t suggested such activities as being a frequent Menagerie customer. However, Dryden gave Kaz a look of appraisal. “I hear you,” he nodded in agreement. “Nobody manages whores as she did.” It was a miracle that the head of Kaz’s cane didn’t shatter under the force he gripped it with. His smile was long gone, though he hoped his face didn’t appear as murderous as he felt. “Enough brothel talk.” Another mercher — Boreg thankfully cut in to change the subject. If Dryden was given the opportunity to say another word, Kaz would have him leaving without a tongue. Stadwatch be damned. “It’s a shame Jan couldn’t make it,” Boreg continued. Kaz turned to him. “Jan Van Eck?” “Yes, we rarely see him nowadays. The poor man is overwhelmed with grief after his son’s death,” he nodded solemnly. He restrained a glance toward the bar where the supposed deceased son was. “His son passed away?” “Oh, yes. A few months ago. It’s a bit shocking to see how much it’s affected him. He hardly talked about the boy, we never even learned his name.” I didn’t leave. Wylan had said. And now Kaz was inclined to believe him. “I extend my condolences.” Boreg nodded, unsure. “Excuse my bluntness, Mr. Brekker, but what are you doing here?” A fair question. This was far from Kaz’s usual scene, it was lacking in misconduct and contempt for the law. The air was unbearably hot and the tightness of his attire offered no relief. Looking around at the mingling and dancing partygoers, Kaz made a mental note of which pockets to pick and whose jewelry to snag in passing. “I must admit,” Kaz sighed, hoping it sounded wistful. Jesper had always been the better actor between the two of them. “My attendance is rooted in business rather than pleasure. My finances are less than stellar, now that the Crow Club is nothing but ash.” He neglected to mention the fact that the explosion was his own fault. “I’ve been looking to take my business ventures elsewhere. Perhaps something a bit more profitable than a rundown club.” They all gave Kaz half-assed investment advice and nods of interest. None of them were eager to jump into business with the Bastard of the Barrel. Dryden, however, looked at Kaz as if he were a vessel of opportunity. This was laughably easy. In and out just as he anticipated. All he needed to do now was get Dryden alone to discuss business and buy him enough drinks to earn a drunken confession.Kaz opened his mouth to do just that but was interrupted by a sudden, unpleasant slam of piano keys then the live music halted altogether. He glanced over at the interruption and his eyes widened incredulously at the scene. Wylan was attempting to shove the poor pianist out of the stool. All members of the merchant council glanced disapprovingly at Kaz as if to say isn’t that one yours? Most conversations resumed, but plenty still watched with rapt attention and amusement. He excused himself hastily and made his way over to the piano as fast as possible. Kaz didn’t know what to make of it. Foolishly, he had assumed that Wylan was his most level-headed Crow, especially now with Inej gone. Between their shared exasperation with most of Jesper’s antics and ability to hatch a plan quickly, Kaz and Wylan developed a relationship of sorts. He didn’t like using the word friends. It seemed informal and inadequate to describe the way he valued the members of his crew, Wylan most recently. “Wylan, what the fuck ?” Kaz hissed at him, slamming his cane down. Wylan looked up, startled, and blinked at Kaz through hazy eyes. “Hi, Kaz.” He paused. “Who’s Wylan?”“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” “Trying to get him to move.” He shoved harshly at the pianist again. “He’s awful, I can play much better.” The young boy at the piano frowned at Wylan’s words. “I told you, this is my first time playing live!” He pushed Wylan away from him. “Should be your last,” Wylan mumbled and attempted to kick at the stool the pianist was sitting on. “Wylan!” Kaz honest-to-Saint scolded him as he jutted his cane out to prevent Wylan from doing so. Kaz took in Wylan’s appearance angrily. He was swaying slightly and blinked slowly. A prominent flush colored his pale complexion and he had a giddy smile, seemingly unnerved by the glare Kaz fixed him with. He couldn’t believe this. The damned demolitionist had one job that he had miraculously already fucked up. They hadn’t even been there an hour, and he was already shitfaced. “Wylan,” Kaz managed through his anger. “How much did you have to drink?” Wylan squinted at Kaz as if trying to process the simple question. After about a minute of Kaz silently stewing in his fury, Wylan answered with nonsense. “One,” he said proudly, holding up a single finger. “One what?” “One.” Wylan didn’t understand. Neither did Kaz.Kaz groaned in pure frustration. “Come with me,” he growled at Wylan. “ Now .” The music resumed as Kaz stalked off to the bar with Wylan following clumsily in tow, crowds parting before them in fear. Kaz landed his gaze on the bartender cleaning a wine glass and chatting cheerfully with her patrons. She turned and her eyes widened at the sight of Dirtyhands marching toward her angrily.“You.” He jabbed a finger at the bartender. “What did you give him?” “What did I give to who?” She looked positively terrified. Kaz turned to gesture to Wylan in answer but he was gone. He seemed to have vanished into thin air. Even Inej would be impressed at the feat. He opted for describing the little pain in his ass instead. “Green suit, bow tie, curled hair,” he rattled off a rough description of Wylan. The bartender’s brows furrowed as she tried to remember. “Oh, him!” Her eyes flashed in recognition. “Gin and tonic.” “Bullshit.” “I swear!” Her hands were up now. “I gave him just one drink then he walked off towards the piano.” “A single gin and tonic does not make someone forget their own damned name. What. Did. You. Give. Him.” “I’m telling you!” She insisted. “He came over and asked what I recommended. I asked what he liked and he said he’s never drunk before, so I gave him something light. He downed it kinda fast.” Wylan had never drunk before. Kaz wished he’d known that before sending him off alone to a bar, telling him to get a drink. Realistically, it made sense and Kaz mentally scolded himself for overlooking the possibility. Wylan didn’t grow up in the Barrel, didn’t frequent bars, didn’t drink his sorrows away as so many did. So not only was Wylan lost in a pub, but he was the biggest lightweight Kaz had ever seen. And he’s seen his fair share of drunken idiots. Kaz turned away from the bar and surveyed the room, looking for a mess of ruddy curls through the crowd. Then he heard shouting and subsequently, the quality of the live piano playing increased tenfold. Really, it should have been the first place he looked. He made his way over to the instrument, walking past the original pianist who rubbed his head irritably and sported a nasty black eye along with a bloody nose. Saints. He pushed his way through the crowd that formed to watch Wylan play. Kaz stood in front of the piano, his lividness quickly giving way to exasperation. Wylan wasn’t wrong, he did play much better. Even drunk, his talented fingers moved seamlessly across the black and white keys; one of his hands possessed bruised knuckles, presumably from punching his way to the piano. Kaz vaguely recognized the tune as something Wylan hummed often around the slat. He wondered if the little Crow composed it himself. Kaz weighed his options. He could leave Wylan here, under the attention of many enamored listeners. It was clear he enjoyed playing, and if the music were to stop Kaz would immediately know Wylan left to stir up chaos somewhere else. Or, he could drag Wylan away back to the bar and pay the bartender to watch him and give him nothing but water. The water would hopefully sober him up enough to not be a problem for the rest of the night. But as Wylan smiled excitedly at the applause he received before playing a new song, Kaz decided. “Stay here,” he yelled to Wylan. The only indication that he was heard was Wylan’s quick glance. Kaz walked away in disbelief. The night had gone amiss so quickly. He wouldn’t be surprised if the night ended with a matching portrait of Wylan’s hung next to Jesper’s. It would certainly please his sharpshooter to no end. Thankfully, he spotted Dryden once again and walked over, hoping to continue their conversation. The mercher caught Kaz’s gaze and invited him over with a slight wave of hands. Mercifully, Dryden didn’t bring up Wylan’s behavior as they resumed their talk of business. “So, looking for new business ventures are you?” Dryden asked Kaz, sipping leisurely on his red wine. “Yes,” Kaz nodded. He thought about flagging down one of the waiters walking around with champagne but decided against it. A sober mind was needed for managing the job and managing Wylan. Though, a drunken mind would have more fun and possibly steal a few bottles of his favorite wine.“Anything in particular? If you’re interested, I could manage to get you a few shares in the sugar industry. Van Eck owns quite a few silos.” It was a generous offer, one that Kaz would have considered had he not been here on a scheme. Also, had he not a growing dislike towards Jan Van Eck after learning how he covered up Wylan’s estrangement by mourning a death that never occurred. He needed to lure Dryden in further. “Perhaps something a bit more,” Kaz paused to build tension and was satisfied with the way Dryden leaned forward in anticipation, “lucrative. I trust you understand.” “Oh!” Dryden looked surprised, yet pleased. “I had no idea you indulged in such practices.” He looked around. “I have something that might interest you.” His eyes shone with purpose. “Perhaps we could continue this conversation somewhere a bit more private?” “That sounds perfect,” Kaz grinned and moved to follow Dryden but the music suddenly stopped and an uproar of cheering came from where he had left Wylan. He glanced over and restrained the urge to yell obscenities at Wylan from across the room. “Allow me to join you after I check on my… date,” he added as if it pained him to be associated with Wylan in such a way. Especially now, as he drunkenly made a fool of himself. Dryden nodded his acceptance and told Kaz he would wait there. Kaz thanked him and made his way over to Wylan with urgency. It was worse than he could ever anticipate. The crowd cheered Wylan on as he downed shot after shot, slamming each one down onto the piano before eagerly grabbing and throwing back the next. Kaz shoved his touch aversion deep down and grasped Wylan’s wrist through gloved hands before the next shot glass could touch his lips. “What the fuck is your problem?” He seethed. Wylan looked at him with wide eyes as he set the shot down. “Kaz!” Wylan was happy to see him. “All these nice people got me drinks 'cause I play good!” His grin was stupid and his words slurred together. Kaz could smell the vodka on his breath. Alright, this wouldn’t work. He hauled Wylan up, off the stool and guided him over to the bar. Making sure to walk behind him this time, so he wouldn’t lose him. Walking took more effort than it should, Wylan fumbling and tripping over air. Kaz pointed at a barstool and instructed Wylan to sit. Wylan sat. “Hey.” Kaz banged his cane on the bar’s counter. The bartender turned and seemed less than thrilled to meet Kaz’s acquaintance once again. “Yes?” She asked. Kaz fished some kruger out of his pocket and slammed it down in front of her. “I will give you one thousand kruger to watch him,” he turned, thankful Wylan was still there, “and give him nothing but water.” She slid the bills over to herself and counted quickly then spared a glance to Wylan who was now speaking to himself in horrible Fjerdan. “Okay,” she agreed. “But my shift ends in half an hour.”“I shouldn’t be that long,” Kaz said. This was good. This would work. “Don’t let him leave.” He knocked on the bar’s counter. “Wylan!” “Hm?” “I am asking you to do one thing, here alright? Stay here with,” he glanced at the bartender’s nametag, “Amanda. Can you fucking do that?” Wylan gave him two thumbs up with a lopsided grin, causing Amanda to laugh. Kaz watched her hand Wylan a glass of water before he left. Dryden was waiting exactly where he said he would and grinned when he saw Kaz approach. Dryden nodded towards a door and left through it, Kaz followed him out to an empty, dimly lit balcony. The fresh air of the cold, crisp night washed over Kaz and he reveled in it. He took a few deep breaths before granting Dryden his attention. Dryden didn’t say anything but handed Kaz a slip of folded paper. Kaz unfolded it slowly and tried not to scowl at what he saw. The symbol of the Menagerie. “With Haleen dead and Pekka in Hellgate, the Menagerie has been eyed by many hungry businessmen like vultures. Nothing is set in stone, but the plan is to get it up and running again with closed shares. Very exclusive. We can get you a way in. The profit should be very promising.” Dryden talked with the giddiness of a child in a sweets shop. “We?” “A few close friends and acquaintances. Nobody on the council, of course. None of them can afford the scandal.” Neither can you Kaz thought bitterly. Dryden continued. “If your interest is sincere, meet me back here in two bells. The party will have dwindled down by then. Best to conduct business away from prying eyes.” Dryden left Kaz alone on the balcony with his thoughts. It wasn’t too high. Kaz considered jumping off. He couldn’t. Could not endure a drunken Wylan Van Eck for two more bells. Perhaps had enough time to return to the slat, drop Wylan off into Jesper’s arms, and return with Nina instead. Wishful thinking. He took one last deep breath of the outside air before returning inside. Begrudgingly, he returned to the bar. Wylan was sipping on his water, talking animatedly to a very amused Amanda. She greeted Kaz as he sat on the stool beside Wylan. “Here to pick up your boyfriend?” Kaz didn’t care enough to correct her. “Shot of brandy.” She didn’t ask if he wanted to open a tab. They both knew his thousand kruger from earlier more than covered the cost. Kaz downed the shot immediately after it was slid over to him. It was only when he placed the glass down did Wylan finally notice him.“Kaz! You’re here!” Wylan was a happy drunk. “I am.” “Lemme ask you something!” Kaz raised his eyebrows expectantly and was slightly amazed at how significantly his Kerch accent slipped. Never before had he heard Wylan say words like lemme or employ improper grammar like play good. “You ever think ‘bout how slat kinda sounds like slut? Why d’you call it that?” Kaz refused to answer and immediately flagged Amanda over for another shot. He downed it and turned back to Wylan, who was patting the counter rapidly for his attention.“I haffta tell you something real important. Okay?” Kaz nodded tiredly. “Y’know that Dryden guy?” He nodded again when Wylan waited for an answer. “While you were talking to him outside I went through his carriage!” He sounded so proud of himself. It should have been impossible, but Kaz’s face fell even further. He turned to Amanda. “I told you to not let him leave.” “He said he was going to the restroom!” She defended. “I wasn’t about to have him piss his pants at my bar. Besides, he came back, didn’t he?” Before Kaz could berate her and demand his kruger back, Wylan got his attention by waving his hands frantically. Kaz turned back to him. “What?” He seethed. “I found this letter that looked important. I don’t know though, I couldn’t read it so I just took it.” Wylan took a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Kaz. Kaz took it, unimpressed. “You couldn’t read it?” He asked with a raised brow. “Nope,” Wylan shook his head excessively, curls flying. “Can’t read. Don’t know how.” Huh. “What, your father never taught you?” Kaz asked with a bit too much malice as he smoothed out the letter. “No,” Wylan frowned slightly but his cheery mood remained. “He even got lots of people ta’ teach me. I never could, he thought I was stupid. But ‘m not stupid,” Wylan nodded to himself. “You think ‘m smart.” He did. Kaz employed him, after all. There was no room for imbeciles in his crew. He took pride in his Crows.Nina had her keen intellect and ruthlessness which Kaz found himself frequently impressed with. Especially on their first job together when she identified Henrick’s office and fought off two of Pekka’s men while sporting a gunshot wound. Kaz seldom completed a job without bringing Jesper along, knowing he could shoot their way out of any situation. And now as he embraced and made more use of his grisha powers, there was almost nothing Jesper couldn’t maneuver his way out of, cracking jokes and grinning wildly all the while. Inej’s abilities were something to marvel at. She had the grace, speed, and stealth of a panther. The way she wielded her blades left Kaz in awe, regardless of how often he’d seen her in action. Not to mention her allure that left Kaz ridiculously pining like a schoolboy. Inej was something to marvel at. Wylan fascinated Kaz. He was undeniably clever, nobody could ever convince him otherwise. Initially, he had mistaken Wylan’s wide-eyed politeness for callow naïveté. His quick mouth, surprisingly strong backbone, and exceptional demolition skills proved him wrong. Kaz Brekker had faced The Darkling and lived to tell the tale because of Wylan. Kaz had never liked being wrong, but he welcomed it in this case. “I do,” Kaz commended. “However, I want to drown you in the canal right now.” An exaggeration veiled in truth. His disappointment at the moment was beyond words. He admittedly enjoyed Wylan’s company at times and thought this would be a simple night, but here he was; babysitting a man brilliant enough to reduce the entirety of Ketterdam to rubble and ash. Kaz didn’t blame Wylan, exactly, but he sure as hell didn’t blame himself. Technically, Wylan did what he asked: got himself a drink and relaxed. “Okay, now you sound like my dad,” Wylan mumbled into his water, dejected. Kaz frowned slightly at the implication but didn’t dwell on it as he began to read the letter. It was a complete list of The Menagerie’s shareholders, investors, slave traders, and indentured. There in neat scrawl was the name Inej Ghafa. Kaz dug a pen out of his pocket and crossed out her name with a violent slash, slightly tearing the paper. Even though her freedom was secured once Pekka Rollins signed her quitclaim deed, it filled him with unbridled rage. This was all he needed. Wylan, in all his drunken glory, had found a gold mine. Not only did it lay bare the scum that funded pleasure houses, but it also provided him with a list of slavers. This information needed to be in possession of The Wraith as soon as possible. He pocketed the valuable letter quickly and then turned to Wylan. “Wylan, we need to go. Now.”He stood and watched Wylan clumsily push himself off his stool then promptly fall on his ass with a laugh. Kaz groaned and offered Wylan his cane so he could support himself as he stood. “Thanks, Kaz. You’re nice,” Wylan told him with a contemplative smile as if he couldn’t believe what he was saying. Kaz couldn’t believe him either. He wanted to snap and assure Wylan that he was anything but nice, however the words would mean nothing to his drunken mind. They made their way to the exit, Kaz limping painfully as Wylan used his cane. Before they could leave and make a break for Anikka waiting with their carriage, guards slammed the doors shut. They weren’t immediately seized, so Kaz hoped they were in the clear for now. “ATTENTION!” All conversation ceased and everyone turned to the yelling stadwatch. “There has been a reported robbery! Merchant council member Karl Dryden claims very important documents have been stolen from his carriage. Nobody shall be allowed to leave at this time, searches will be conducted on EVERY guest in attendance.” A groan of collective protests erupted in the pub, various guests screaming that the stadwatch had no right. The letter felt heavy in Kaz’s pocket as the stadwatch began lining people up and searching their person. His body filled with frantic panic. Not only would they find the letter, but Kaz would be searched. Perhaps too thoroughly, given his reputation. A wave of nausea rolled over him at the thought of hands patting him down and roaming all over his body, poking and prodding. The commotion seemed to sober up Wylan slightly as he used Kaz’s cane to drag him along to the restroom with him. The door slammed shut and Wylan turned the lock. Thankfully, nobody else was in the room. “Kaz, we have the important documents!” Wylan exclaimed like it was a massive revelation. “Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed,” his mouth poured out sarcastically. Kaz’s sarcasm didn’t seem to register with Wylan.He nodded his head fervently and pointed to Kaz’s pocket. “Yeah, it’s in your pocket!” Kaz groaned and buried his head in his gloved hands. He needed a plan and now. Perhaps he could plant the letter on someone else, or hide it well enough in the vents and retrieve it after the searches. The searches. No, he needed a plan that would save the letter and save himself. His thoughts were interrupted by clamoring beside him. He turned and saw Wylan frantically emptying his pockets. The drunkard had an impressive amount of supplies and vials on him. Kaz vaguely remembered he told Wylan to blow something up if things went awry. He had just enough time to stop Wylan with a quick hand before he could get to work. “Wylan, no.” He stood between the demolitionist and his demolitions. “But you said -“ “I know what I said. That was under the assumption you would be sober enough to walk on your own!” A drunk Wylan could hardly walk and had already forgotten his name. Sue Kaz for not trusting him with explosives in such a state. “I can walk!” Wylan crossed his arms indignantly. Kaz raised an eyebrow. “Well, then. By all means. Walk in a straight line to the sink.” Wylan looked all around for the sink, even glancing at the ceiling before thinking to turn around. It was about fifteen feet away, not too far at all. Kaz had to suppress a baffled laugh as Wylan stuck his arms straight out for balance and carefully walked over, staring at his feet the entire time. Kaz just watched and didn’t say anything, even as Wylan got too enamored with his own shoes and subsequently walked into the wall. Wylan didn’t seem to see the problem as he turned around excitedly. “See!” “No explosives,” Kaz sighed as he moved and granted Wylan access to his supplies. “I wasn’t gonna blow anything up!” Wylan looked at him like he was the drunk one. Kaz warily watched Wylan work. He mixed together various unlabeled powders. Concerningly, Wylan held them up to the light, smelled them, or even rubbed them between his fingers to identify them. He grabbed a paper towel and disposed of the combination of powders into it, carefully tying it into a small package. Then he pulled two vials of alarming bright pink liquid that shimmered in the light and downed one of them immediately. Well, that explained how he threw back shots with the skill of a seasoned drinker. Wylan held the other vial out to Kaz. “Absolutely not.” “You gotta. This,” he held up his mixture of powders, “is a very strong hallucinogen. Kinda like the powder you inhaled at Ohval’s, only non lethal. That,” he waved the pink vial around, “will keep you from seeing stuff.” Kaz took it from him carefully. “This will stop me from hallucinating?” Wylan nodded as he worked on another smoke bomb. “Also sober us up a little.” Kaz swallowed the liquid quickly and coughed lightly.“Why do you have all of this handy?” He cringed at the bitter aftertaste.“Are ya’ gonna wonder why I got all this or be happy I got all this?” Wylan snarked as he wrapped up a second bomb. “I can do both,” Kaz snipped. Frantic knocking on the bathroom door interrupted their bickering. Kaz and Wylan stared at each other as stadwatch demanded for them to come out. Dire situations seemed to work wonders for Wylan’s sobriety because he immediately took charge.“Pinch your neck!” Wylan hissed at him. “Why?” Kaz harshly whispered back. “You’ll pale enough, it’ll look like a hickey.” Wylan refused to look up from his work as he explained. “If they think we were… being intimate, they won’t be suspicious and just assume they interrupted.” Kaz did as Wylan instructed, wincing slightly at the pressure. Despite the simplicity of it, it was a decent plan. He gave himself a few marks slightly above the collar and ruffled his clothes a bit. Wylan finished his last bomb and handed Kaz two, keeping two for himself. They carefully placed them in their pockets, keeping them from rupturing. The harsh knocking continued and Wylan rushed to alter his appearance as well. He ran his hands through his hair and unbuckled his belt before pinching his own pale skin along the curve of his jaw. Wylan stood up too fast, swaying slightly. “Okay, c’mere.” He placed his back against the wall and blinked his vision back into place.“What?” “Just stand in front of me,” Wylan pointed in front of him as if Kaz could possibly misconstrue what he meant. Kaz limped over. “What’s the point of-“ “Shut up.” Wylan snapped, then offered Kaz his wrists. “Pin them.” “Excuse me?” “They’re gonna open the door. We can’t be standing around awkwardly when they walk in. It’ll be better if they see a… suggestive scene.” Kaz nodded as tentatively took Wylan’s wrists and pinned them above his head. Wylan bared his neck and Kaz awkwardly leaned into the space. His hair fell into his face as he scrunched his nose at the strong smell of booze. Wylan spared them the uncomfortable silence by beginning to hash out a plan. “Gotta split up. When nobody’s looking I’ll throw both and then you do the same, okay?” “How much force behind the throw?” “Hard. Throw ‘em hard at the floor. Only after you see me throw mine. Don't do it right at your feet, though. It’ll make you sneeze.” Wylan said with a certainty that suggested Wylan knew that firsthand.The plan lacked Wylan’s usual literacy skills and was a bit of a ramble, but Kaz understood well enough. In the midst of the hazy powder and hallucinating partygoers they would flee with the letter. Hopefully, Anika and their carriage were already searched and they wouldn’t drug their driver while they attempted to leave. The door slammed open and footsteps thundered toward them before they stopped suddenly. Wylan peeked his head around Kaz’s shoulder and glared at the stadwatch officer. “Cockblock,” he groaned loudly and pulled away from Kaz. Kaz’s eyes widened slightly at his vulgarity. He attributed it partly to his drunken state and partly to his time spent with Jesper. Or perhaps Wylan had always been a menace and Kaz had just yet to bear witness. The officer stuttered through an embarrassed apology and asked them to exit the restroom. Wylan re-buckled his belt as Kaz leaned down with a groan to grab his cane. In order to really sell it they both gave the officer a withering glare as they exited. The stadwatch ordered them to line up along the wall with the other guests waiting to be searched. They exchanged another look before separating, each heading to opposite ends of the line. The stadwatch moved efficiently through the line, approaching Kaz with worrying speed. He spared a glance across the line to Wylan and his vision flashed red at what he saw. Dryden had a cursing, squirming Wylan pinned against the bar, rough hands roaming his body as he restricted Wylan’s movement. One of his hands slipped past the waistband of Wylan’s pants. Kaz was going to go over and cut those hands clean off but Wylan grabbed an abandoned glass of whiskey and smashed it against his head. Dryden yelped out as shards of glass embedded into the crown of his head, a few pieces flying into his eyes. Wylan watched with a wild grin as Dryden stumbled back and wailed in agony when the alcohol dripped into the small cuts, uncaring about the glass digging into his own hand. All heads turned to them, and all members of the stadwatch rushed over. Kaz took initiative and threw one of the smoke bombs down with as much force as possible. An orange powder rose all around him and he quickly threw the other a bit farther away. Screams of fear and panic erupted the room into chaos. Two more slams and more yelps of fear. Kaz stumbled his way toward Wylan’s direction, squinting through the powder. On his way, he slipped a few gold bracelets off of pliant wrists and unclasped some expensive necklaces from dazed guests. He slid the jewelry into his pocket before he caught sight of Wylan carefully picking glass out of his hand. “Jesper can get all of it out when we return,” he reminded Wylan. He nodded and wiped the blood off on his suit. The room quieted and Kaz took in the eerie sight. Everyone stood around, mouths agape and eyes wide like fish out of water. Nobody blinked and their breathing was terrifyingly slow. Then his gaze landed on Dryden who was experiencing his hallucination on the floor, blood seeping slowly from the gash Wylan had given him. Kaz spat on the man then landed a few harsh kicks to his ribs for good measure. He grinned sadistically as he heard them shatter. He would live, barely.“Everyone should come back ‘round in an hour,” Wylan surveyed his work with curious eyes. “You did that,” Kaz complimented, slightly astonished. He would need to employ Wylan’s skills for more than just blowing up things that pissed him off. “S’just chemistry,” Wylan shrugged. Kaz wanted to argue that no, it wasn’t just chemistry, it was the fact that Wylan was a fucking genius. However, Wylan was already turning away and making his way to the bar. Before Kaz could reprimand him, he grabbed a bottle of white wine Kaz recognized as Jesper’s favorite. Bergrugindly, he joined Wylan and grabbed his own bottle of rum he recalled Nina mentioning as her preferred liquor. Once they had stolen an appropriate amount of alcohol, they made their way to the double doors. Kaz glanced over and noticed Wylan’s hands decorated with bracelets and rings he wasn’t wearing before. “Did you steal those?” Kaz smirked slyly. “S-shut up you hypocrite,” Wylan slurred, looking around for their carriage. “Your pockets have been jingling the entire time.” Kaz allowed himself to laugh and followed Wylan once he spotted Anika waving at them. They dumped their newly acquired drinks onto the carriage floor and then hauled themselves up. Anikka looked at them oddly but didn’t say anything as she closed the carriage and began their ride back to the slat. Kaz sighed and relaxed against his seat. The night had not gone according to plan, not at all. He was sure that if he asked Wylan to recall the original plan, he couldn’t. Nevertheless, it all worked out and he walked away with more than they initially expected. A piece of paper nicely listing every single piece of shit that Kaz would make suffer either at his hands or his Wraith’s. Some fine pieces of jewelry he could pawn off for a hefty sum. Expensive alcohol that he usually wouldn’t indulge in. And a newfound respect for the mercher’s son turned extraordinary criminal. Don’t get him wrong, Kaz was still pissed but he figured Wylan’s hangover the next morning would serve as punishment enough. Perhaps he would even hide their supply of painkillers. “Kaz.” Kaz opened his eyes. “What?” “Thank you.” “For?” “Being patient with me tonight. Took care of me. Not judging me fo’ my past.” Yeah, neither of them was equipped to handle such a conversation at the moment.“You still drunk, Wylan?” He nodded. “Then just thank me for my patience. We’ll circle back in the morning.” Wylan smiled tiredly at him and returned to gazing out the window. Kaz let his eyes rest the entire ride back to the slat. Sooner than he would have liked he felt the carriage take a familiar turn and slow to a halt in front of the slat. Anika opened the door for them once more and Wylan attempted to grasp her hand, but as he leaned forward he promptly fell flat on his face. Kaz winced, it was quite a fall. Anika laughed at him loudly as she helped him up. The commotion alerted other residents of the slat and Jesper came running out, followed by Nina. The darkness of the night must have obstructed Kaz and Wylan’s appearances because Jesper nor Nina batted an eye at their disheveled states. Before any pleasantries could be exchanged, Kaz shoved the bottles of stolen alcohol into Nina’s arms and walked past him into the slat. Wylan followed him as Jesper struggled to help Nina carry the bottles inside. Only when they were inside, under the warm lights of the slat did Jesper and Nina’s mouths fall open. It was then he remembered the purple marks across the spans of their necks, the glass embedded into Wylan’s hand, Dryden’s blood seeped into Wylan’s suit and splattered across Kaz’s shoes, the new jewelry Wylan wore, and finally small traces of the orange powder that dusted their clothing. “What the fuck happened to you two?” Nina gaped. “Are those hickeys?” Jesper pointed at their necks, scandalized. “He didn’t cheat on you, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Kaz replied with a bored tone, yet offered no explanation.“Jes!” Wylan hiccuped. “Fix my hand?” He held his palm out to Jesper who let out a punched gasp at the sight of his glass-filled hand and grasped it carefully and began removing the glass with his powers.“Again,” Nina said. “What happened?” “Mmm,” Wylan hummed. “Ask me in the morning.” Jesper looked up at Kaz from his work on Wylan’s hand. His eyes were full of mirth. “Is he drunk?” He asked excitedly. “You have no idea,” Kaz said dryly. “Eight shots of vodka? If my memory serves me right.” “Don’t forget that really good drink I had!” Wylan pointed at him, offended that Kaz would overlook it. “Oh, yes. The single gin and tonic that caused you to punch the poor pianist.” “What?!” Nina laughed. “Wylan Hendricks,” Jesper began, “you little lush!” He giggled in disbelief. However, Wylan didn’t look embarrassed nor did he laugh along. He frowned with furrowed eyebrows at Jesper’s words, looking almost confused. “Tha’s not my name.” Kaz needed to save face. Of course, he wanted Wylan to share who he really was, but preferably not when he was black-out drunk. “Just clean him up and get him to bed,” Kaz cut in. “He’s been forgetting his name all night.” Jesper nodded with another laugh and guided Wylan to their shared bedroom. Wylan mumbled to Jesper the entire way up the stairs, and Jesper responded in earnest, replying as if Wylan made perfect sense. “So, I take it the job didn’t go as planned?” Nina asked coyly when they were alone. If Nina brought it up later, he would blame his reply on the two shots of brandy. “Wylan was much nicer to fake date than you.” Kaz hobbled upstairs and retired to his own room for the night.
Kaz walked out of his room at the slat tiredly, surprised at how late he had woken up, the sun being directly overhead. He knew he looked less presentable than usual, with self-inflicted hickeys still attached to his skin, a slight headache, and rumpled clothing that he had pulled on half-asleep. He heard the bustle of the dregs downstairs but wasn’t keen on the company of vague strangers in such a state. So, he stayed upstairs and found Wylan sitting and laughing at the kitchen table with Jesper and Nina, looking as if he felt far better than Kaz did. “You tried to shove him out of the stool?” Nina cackled. “To be frank, he sounded terrible,” Wylan defended himself. Kaz sat with them silently as Wylan recounted the night, surprised he remembered any of it. The conversation continued, Wylan telling the story with perfect clarity and Kaz chiming in when necessary. Nina and Jesper howled with laughter, clutching their guts when Wylan explained how he and Kaz pretended to have been hooking up in the bathroom. Once they had gotten to the point where Dryden had groped Wylan, Jesper looked downright murderous but whooped when Wylan recalled how he broke a glass over his head. Kaz was sure to mention the broken ribs and Jesper shot him a grateful look. They finished the story with their stumble into the carriage, neglecting to mention Wylan and Kaz’s drunken conversation on the ride back to the slat.“How are you not hungover?” Kaz squinted at Wylan with a bit of envy. “I had enough foresight to whip up something in my lab before I went to sleep. Would you like some?” Kaz shook his head in both answer and disbelief. He fished the letter out of his pocket and placed it down on the table. Jesper and Nina studied it quickly, and Kaz suddenly remembered Wylan’s drunken ramblings when he pretended to read along. “Make multiple copies of this.” He handed the letter to Nina who nodded and left the room. “Get the post ready, we have a message for our dear Wraith,” he told Jesper who jumped up with an eager smile and sprinted out. Wylan stared timidly at Kaz, seemingly knowing what he was going to bring up. “Wylan. Perhaps we should circle back?”Wylan swallowed. “Perhaps we should.” “I believe you were thanking me.” Wylan had the gall to chuckle. “Yes, thank you, Kaz. “You looked out for me last night.” He paused. “And didn’t make a big deal about the fact that I can’t read.” Admittedly, it did surprise Kaz, but he had no qualms with Wylan’s illiteracy. He had proven himself time and time again.“It’s not a big deal.” “I- that’s what Jesper said.” “As much as it pains me to admit it, he’s right,” he sighed. Kaz took in Wylan’s slight smile. “And what of your other secret?” They sat in silence for a while as Wylan seemed to work out Kaz’s question like an equation. He’s never taken so long to complete an equation before.“I was scared at first, but I’m glad you found out. It feels better that you know.” Wylan took a deep breath. “I’d like to tell the others.” Kaz moved to stand, “I can fetch them for you.” Wylan nodded and returned to fiddling with his hands as Kaz left the room. He found Nina making copies as he asked. She raised her head in a silent question and Kaz jerked his head back towards the kitchen. Unsurprisingly, he found Jesper downstairs, not doing what he asked. The sharpshooter was talking to Anikka, eagerly asking if Kaz said anything stupid while drunk. Wisely, she ignored him. Kaz lightly hit Jesper with his cane and gestured for him to follow. They made it back to the kitchen to see Wylan and Nina sharing a plate of waffles. “Right,” Nina said with her mouthful, “what’s this about?” Predictably, Nina and Jesper both looked at Kaz expectantly, but Kaz stared straight at Wylan with a raised brow. He assumed Wylan’s heart rate skyrocketed when the heartrender tore her gaze away from Kaz and glanced at him worriedly. “You alright, Wylan?” “I have something I need to share. An-and don’t interrupt, don’t say anything until I’ve finished.” Nina and Jesper both nodded, the latter looking deeply concerned. “My real name isn’t Wylan Hendricks. It’s Wylan Van Eck,” Wylan breathed out. Jesper raised his hand. “Yes, the merchant councilman,” he said shortly. “I didn’t end up in the barrel because I wanted to be here, or in an act of rebellion.” He made frequent hand movements as he talked to try and quell his anxiety. “I- he…” Wylan paused as if trying to figure out an adequate way to explain. Kaz was listening curiously now, this was as far as his knowledge served him. He had already concluded that Wylan’s estrangement from his father wasn’t a voluntary thing. “My father tried to kill me.” Is what he finally said. Nina gasped, Jesper let out a strangled sound, and Kaz reeled back. But none of them interrupted, just as Wylan asked. “Or tried to have me killed,” Wylan amended as if the difference made it any better. “He was tired of having an imbecile for a son and said I was being sent away to music school but he hired men to strangle me on the ship.” Wylan was crying now but he continued. “They only let go of my throat when another passenger saw them so I took my chance and jumped into the canal and swam to shore.” Kaz felt ill.
However, I want to drown you in the canal right now.
Okay, now you sound like my dad.
“I managed to get a job at the tannery, then Kaz hired me and I guess you know the rest.” Wylan finished, staring at the table with tears streaming down his face. Jesper pulled Wylan into a hug and Nina placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. Wylan’s sobs were muffled into Jesper’s chest. It was at that moment Kaz decided Jan Van Eck would suffer. Kaz would make him feel the weight of his actions and then some. Jan Van Eck would beg for the mercy of death. He would see how far Wylan made it without him and regret the brilliance he overlooked. Because now, Wylan Van Eck wasn’t just a merchers son fighting to survive. Wylan Van Eck was a profound criminal that had met Saints, slain nichevo'ya, faced The Fold and lived to tell the tale, and helped free a whole damned kingdom. Wylan was Kaz’s demolitions expert. Wylan was a Crow and that was enough to break anyone that ever wronged him. Kaz was brought back to himself by the whispering of his crew. “See that?” Jesper was pointing at him. “Scheming face?” Wylan suggested, wiping at stray tears.“Scheming face,” Nina confirmed with a nod. “So, boss. What’s the plan?” Jesper was grinning now. “Get Dryden thrown into Hellgate. Get Nina’s man out of Hellgate. Let our lovely Wraith know of some slavers that need visiting. Help some indentured,” Kaz listed off on his fingers. Nina looked giddy, Jesper looked enthusiastic, and Wylan looked determined. Kaz figured now was a good time as any to disclose his next major lead. “Also, an opportunity has presented itself. A new weapon is bound to hit the market, its ramifications will be felt around every corner of the world. A drug called jurda parem. Highly addictive to grisha, lethal to non-grisha. If taken, grisha powers are amplified in ways none of us can imagine. Fjerda has the means to weaponize this drug, eradicating everything we know.” As Kaz explained, Nina’s expression grew terrified, Jesper’s somber, and Wylan’s disturbed. “This will be our most lucrative job yet. We’ll save the world, again might I add.” Kaz stared straight at Wylan. “And take down Jan Van Eck along the way. Any questions?” They all exchanged looks but nobody spoke up. And so it was.