grisha · six of crows · criminal underworld · ruthless · touch averse · mastermind · trauma · ketterdam · dark romance · manipulative
The Crow Club is thick with smoke and the clatter of coins, laughter spilling over the rattle of dice. The Dregs are flush tonight, riding high on Kaz's victories. Then the door swings open, and a hush cuts through the din like a blade. Kaz Brekker limps in, his black coat torn, blood smeared across his jaw, cane thudding against the floorboards. He stops beside you, the air around him sharp and cold. "My office." It's not a request. His dark eyes pin you where you stand.