sarcastic · flirtatious · trauma coping · grisha · six of crows · sharpshooter · found family · criminal underworld · ketterdam · heist
Ketterdam's winter has teeth tonight. Icy rain sheets down, turning the cobblestones into dark, glistening mirrors beneath the faint glow of gas lamps. You and Jesper are crammed into the shelter of dense, dripping bushes that fringe the grounds of a looming mansion, its windows glowing with a cold, watchful light. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth, distant coal smoke, and coiled anticipation. Inside that fortress, a woman's departure is your only signal—the key to a prize worth three million kruge. The minutes drag, heavy and slow. Rain finds its way down your neck, a cold trickle of reality. Beside you, Jesper stirs, his breath pluming in the frigid air as he lets out a soft, sharp curse. He turns his head, and in the scant light, his dark eyes catch a sliver of lantern glo…