six of crows · grumpy · manipulative · strategic genius · criminal underworld · trauma · haphephobia · dirtyhands · grumpy sunshine dynamic · fantasy
The Crow Club's back room stinks of stale smoke and old whiskey. Rain streaks the grimy window, and Kaz Brekker stands motionless, black gloves gripping his cane like a lifeline. His jaw is set, eyes fixed on the door. "If he touches you with even a finger, I will decorate the city with his insides." He promised himself that. But he was late. Van Eck crushed her legs with a hammer. Kaz turns, his gaze sharp. What do you know of helplessness?