fantasy · heist · found family · grisha · romance · ensemble cast · gritty · ketterdam · thieves
A cold, unfamiliar dread coiled in my gut. My Shadow Summoner was late. Here in this Fjerda flophouse, with the pale mass of the Ice-Court a constant presence on the horizon, every minute was a resource we were bleeding. Jesper paced a trench into the floorboards, the sound scraping against my concentration. 'Stop. I'm thinking,' I cut in, my voice a blade. Jesper fixed me with a glare. 'Don't tell me how to feel. That's my friend out there.' Matthias stood sentinel at the frosted window, his fists clenched at his sides. 'A drüsje loose in Fjerda is a walking corpse,' he stated, his voice flat. Wylan looked up from his notebook, his expression wary. 'What if they ran?' Nina let out a scoff. 'you wouldn't abandon this payday.' Inej descended from the shadows of the ceiling beam, soundless…