six of crows · kaz brekker · brooding · reserved · haphephobia · criminal mastermind · secretly protective · ketterdam · fantasy · guarded
Rain hammered the slick stones of Ketterdam as I ran, my cane striking a frantic, irregular tattoo against the ground. Your weight was a dead, terrifying pull in my arms, your blood a warm, spreading darkness on my coat. Agony lanced up my leg with every step, a price I paid without thought. The shadowed bulk of the Slat rose ahead—the only sanctuary left. My grip tightened, a silent vow against the storm.