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they’ve got one last chance (and friends that like to plot and meddle), someone’s gotta be able to knock some sense into kaz by then… right?

STRANGER (xix) - KAZ BREKKER

tags: @beekeepingageissome @shadowzena43 @nikfigueiredo @mp-littlebit @starmansirius @hadesnumber1daughter @directioner5life @strvngestark @hostilityghost @ofmenanduhhhwellmen @justnerdystuffs @faeriepigeons @littleshadow17 //whenever i actually finish the show, one more part coming your way! kaz has one last chance to get it together!// previously // finale // masterlist

Pairing: Kaz x Davina Rollins (enemies to lovers)

Word Count: 8,665

Summary: Davina and Kaz lay it all on the line in a full-blown assault on the self-proclaimed King of the Barrel. Can the Bastard and Princess really end his reign?

“Maybe not, but I willed this into existence. I cut and sewed the strings of fate myself until they spelled your name for me. I care for you, and I will until my last breath. If there’s something after this, I will care for you in that as well. Tell me I’m wrong to care. Tell me you don’t and I’m just holding on to the past… Tell me that you feel the same. Just tell me something so I know where we stand…”

Her words were a siren song. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be. Kaz had dreamt of what Davina’s admittance might sound like, but never had he truly believed those words would grace her lips. What had he done recently to deserve that?

What was he supposed to say now? His own confession would’ve been nice, he thought, but the damned words wouldn’t come. He wanted to tell her that he cared for her intentionally, purposefully. He chose to be selfish with her, to keep her as close as he dared, to risk his life for her. With every bit of conscience he was born with, he chose her. He longed for her with every breath, belonged to her in every moment. He’d continue to fight his way through whatever the Barrel and the Saints and fate would throw at him just to see her.

She knew that, didn’t she? Hadn’t he shown her that when he couldn’t say it? Why couldn’t he just say it?

He glanced over her shoulder for one of his Crows. Jesper. Inej. Even Nina. He’d settle for Wylan. He’d even take Melli’s attention. They were all too enthralled in their conversations and planning to notice.

The one time.

Kaz, however, didn’t figure it out soon enough. He felt Davina’s hand slip from his and that loss of contact was more jarring than if he had touched her bare skin.

The only skin he found himself wanting to touch. The only touch he could tolerate was hers. Maybe the only touch he’d ever tolerate would be hers. Little Kaz Rietveld made his stand by making Davina the only exception, yet older Kaz Brekker wouldn’t admit it.

When she turned her back, he watched her draw her shoulders back. Her ribcage flared as she sucked in a deep breath for composure. Kaz didn’t need to see her face to know his lack of acknowledgment had crushed her.

He leaned against the wall behind him, letting his head fall back and closing his eyes.

How was he supposed to fix it now?

She had been right there. She had offered him everything. And he let her walk away. At the back of his mind, little Kaz Rietveld was kicking the daylights out of him.

His fingers drummed against his cane while his mind was loud. Planning Pekka’s demise, thinking of his necessary apology to Davina, how he could thank Davina for protecting his Club and his Wraith, having his Club back. Jordie’s voice wormed in between the flurry of thoughts. It wasn’t anything cruel as he was used to. It was a memory.

You like Davina, don’t you? Good on you. I’d bet she likes you, too.

“Are you alright?” Melli had made her way back over. “What did she do?”

Kaz opened his eyes and looked over at Davina’s lieutenant. The woman didn’t have the look of the Barrel, which led to her being underestimated. Kaz knew better, but not because of any reputation of Melli’s. Though when rumors spread of someone surviving Dime Lion torture, it tends to bolster one’s credibility.

Not that Kaz had anything to do with that.

Kaz knew Melli could be dangerous because Davina wouldn’t choose someone that couldn’t keep up. It may have begun by Davina dragging her along, but it was clear in Melli’s posture that she’d found her own stride.

He liked Melli enough to not immediately send her away.

“Everything’s fine.” He said flatly. As if an instinct, he wanted to find Davina. To see her persevere his hesitations, but he didn’t deserve that. “Is heading the Snakes what you’d want if Davina falls?” He asked instead.

“She won’t.”

“But if she does.”

“She won’t.” Melli insisted. There was no room for uncertainty in her voice. “Because for one, Dav’s too good. She does too much good for others to die in this.”

“You have a lot of faith in her…”

“In you, too.” She lightly nudged Kaz’s arm with her elbow. “I know you won’t let her die… I mainly came over because I never thanked you properly. This may very well be my only chance.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“That night at the abandoned cafe.” She explained. “Davina told me about the bullet.”

The scar on Kaz’s chest seemed to burn at the mention of that place.

“Quite the highlight.” He replied unenthusiastically.

“You didn’t have to help but you did. I know you did it for Davina, but you saved my life, Kaz. Thank you. I owe you.”

Kaz sighed slightly and stood to his full height. He noticed Melli had her arms crossed and her fidgety hands tucked away. She looked up at him with an expression so open it would’ve made her an easy mark with anyone else. Kaz found himself feeling rather protective of the woman, as if she’d been part of his crew all along.

“You tried to repay us.” Kaz admitted with a casual shrug. “When you welcomed us into your building that night and when we returned. Your Heartrender ensured I survived.”

“He regrets it, if it helps.” Melli joked.

“Tremendously.” Kaz returned, and if it was Davina, he would’ve smiled. “The point, Melli, is that you have nothing to thank me for. It was all business.”

“Is that all it was?” Her brows wiggled and Kaz had to refrain from rolling his eyes.

No wonder Jesper befriended her so easily.

“Your Heartrender has already scolded me on how he believes Davina feels.” Kaz said in a weak attempt to start and end that topic. “I’d rather not hear it from you.”

“Davina told you too, didn’t she?” She offered a knowing smirk. “Is that what you were thinking about?”

“She went on some rant about fate.” Kaz shrugged. “I’m sure she has more pressing matters to attend to than trivial feelings.”

“The last thing I’d consider trivial are her feelings. In my experience, that’s what seems to motivate her best.” Melli shook her head. “You’re special to her in a way I don’t understand. Personally, I think you’re every bit the Bastard people say. Occasionally worse.”

“You flatter me.”

“But Davs knows you differently… I’d like to think she’s right and there’s more to you. There’s more to her than the Princess, so same could be said about you. Not a bad idea to try and live up to, if you ask me.”

“Hmm.” He nodded slightly. “Is that why you joined, to live up to her idea of you?”

“I joined because she cared about what could’ve happened to me… She wanted to build something and she wanted me beside her. It felt like where I was supposed to be, I guess. But I suppose a man like you doesn’t believe in fate.”

“Is this where you tell me you’ll kill me if I do something to hurt her?”

“No.” Melli smiled. “But I will let Kol hurt you in whatever ways he sees fit if you break Davina’s heart. Then Davina can kill you.”

The woman was vicious when needed. Kaz simply nodded.

“She told me that her mother’s heart lived in her and she cursed it.” Kaz looked over and found Davina already watching them. She was biting her thumbnail with the other hand tucked under her cloak. She was nodding to whatever Nina was telling her, but her focus was more on him.

He wondered how he could break her heart, then with the feeling of a punch to the stomach, he considered that he may have already done so. Her lashes were wet, eyes glossy and the corners red. Behind her hand, her lower lip quivered.

Kaz suddenly felt like he was drowning.

In another life, maybe.

No. In this life, he decided. He would fix this. He had to, because losing Davina would equate to losing that last bit of himself. The part he kept locked away, that only she managed to release.

Melli was right. Davina would survive. Kaz would make sure of it.

“That heart is why I went with her.” Melli said gently. “She saved me from the Menagerie. She ever tell you that?”

Kaz looked back to the woman beside him. “No. It never came up.”

“I think that’s part of why she’s so intent on helping Inej.”

“That soft heart of hers…”

“She’s kept space in that soft heart for you.” Her tone shifted, more serious than he’d ever heard her speak. “You may never take a word of advice from me, but hear this. Be worthy of that space, Kaz Brekker.”

He nodded silently and Melli patted his arm once before going back to the mixed crew.

Kaz sighed to himself. The conversation with Melli felt more of a tightrope walk than anything. Melli had pried more information out of him than his own Crows had, despite them picking up on his unsaid responses. He mentally tipped his hat to Melli. That unassuming appearance hid a Snake after all.

The next day was when it all began. You hadn’t slept much that night, mostly spent staring at one of your penciled drawings. After the final meeting with everyone, you went back to your temporary office at the Kaelish Prince.

You used the time to draw what you had seen. Your crew and Kaz’s, all leaned around the same table. Pointing to the same map. Jars of Wylan’s contribution at their sides. It was a sight you wanted to document, to frame and keep in the Emerald Palace once you’d taken it.

As you worked, your last interaction with Kaz haunted your thoughts. You had laid it all out for him and he had no response. You considered if no response was the best response. Maybe it was better that he hadn’t explicitly said that he hated you.

You could live with the unknown. You had to.

After drawing and flipping through old work, you laid in bed that night and cried. With your blanket muffling any sound, you cried. For your mother, for Jordie, for your friends, for yourself. You cried until your eyes were dry, throat raw, chest uneven. You cried everything out until you were simply there, until everything felt distant.

You had a job to do tonight. You’d be the doting, loyal daughter for one more day. You’d end your father’s reign tonight. You’d stand with Kaz as your father desperately tried to maintain control. You’d take everything from him and he’d answer for what had been done by his hand.

Briefly, among the flurry of thoughts and doubts, your mind strayed to your half-brother.

Little Alby Rollins. The living Kaelish Prince.

He wouldn’t have your father’s empire. You’d decided that long ago, but when all was said and done, would he want to be your brother still? He seemed so happy to have you at your visit. Was he lonely like you were?

The nagging thought of your death crept in and you didn’t have the energy to fight it off.

Would Alby care? Probably not.

Would Melli survive it? She’d have to. Too much rode on her.

Would Kol? Of course, he’d have Melli. Together, they could withstand whatever storm your death caused.

Would Kaz? Selfishly, you wanted him to mourn you. You wanted your absence to hurt. Surely he had mourned you before when your running from home was labeled a ‘disappearance’. He could mourn you now, considering how much you had sacrificed for him.

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

You couldn’t convince yourself you deserved to be mourned by anyone by the time the sun came up. You had maybe an hour's worth of sleep hunched over the desk. Your back was achy, shoulders and elbows stiff, heart heavy.

But you pushed through. You cleaned yourself up, plastered a smile on your painted face, and kept your head high. You would not break. You would not falter.

You would live through it.

As the day went by, you made sure to take a lap around the Barrel. You wore a set of gloves to ensure you didn’t touch any residual powder or anyone who had. You had a scarf hung loosely across your face and your hood drawn. To anyone who didn’t know, you were simply a girl trying to get her bearings.

When you passed the Rook’s front door, Soleeya was on duty. She offered a sharp nod and you returned the gesture. You peeked inside as you passed and saw Melli wandering the floor. She was checking out different tables and greeting patrons, everything a club owner should be.

You smiled beneath your scarf and kept moving. You entered the Prince, finding Lockley waiting at your office door. You welcomed him in, carefully removing your gloves before touching your door handle. The gloves went straight into your cloak’s pocket where they waited with Alby’s toy train car.

“What business?” You asked, settling back into your chair. With how much you were in it the night before, you felt as if your bones had reshaped to form a perfect little niche for the seat. “Any problems?”

“No.” He shook his head. “We’ve been watching cross traffic carefully. Everyone else seems to be on track.”

“You’ve spoken with them?” You tensed.

“Not directly, no… They passed by in Komedie Brute costumes and just said all is well.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank the Saints… It’s almost over.”

“What will you do then?” He was simply curious.

“Drop the Rollins name. Divvy up the properties and live till I’m fat and old and rich.” You smiled. “You?”

“Stick with you till I’m fat and old and rich, too.” He laughed.

“You’re a good man, Lockley.” You nodded slightly. “I’m glad you’ve joined me.”

“Thanks, Boss. We'll keep you updated if anything changes.”

You nodded and he left, allowing you to sit back in your chair and huff a sigh. You rubbed your tired eyes, wondering if you could just sleep through the rest of the afternoon. Briefly, the thought of eating something came to you, but the idea left when you tried to give it attention. Instead, you just folded your arms on the desk and dropped your head.

In the silence, you thought again of your embarrassment the night before.

“Stupid man.” You muttered, lightly kicking at the leg of the desk. “Stupid insufferable man.”

A stupid, insufferable man who still had your damn ring. You groaned against the wood and closed your eyes.

Maybe you’d let him keep the stupid trinket. He’d probably drop it in the Harbor but what did it matter anymore? You had relinquished the keepsake from your childhood and sent it as an omen, a warning that you were coming. He was supposed to receive it and be glad to see you again. He was supposed to ally with you without fuss.

Instead, he fought you at every turn. He insisted on being a thorn in your side unless it was useful to him.

But getting shot in the chest wasn't useful…

Confessing the truth under his gloves wasn’t useful…

Nursing you back from Haskell’s poisoning wasn’t useful…

Wearing it around his neck wasn’t useful…

Moping around about it wasn’t quite useful either.

You pushed yourself up and ran a hand down your face. You could see the sun setting through the office window so you decided to head to the Emerald Palace. You found Adrin at the bar so you made a quick stop. With your back against the bartop, you spoke to your Snake while seemingly watching the crowd.

“What business?” You asked calmly.

“All’s good, Boss.” Adrin promised.

“Everyone where they should be?”

“Save for one, last I knew… I’m sure he’ll be there soon if he isn’t already.”

Kol wasn’t at the Rook yet. It wasn’t an ideal situation but you had to trust he’d be there. You simply nodded. It wasn’t like you could go and drag him there yourself. You waved Lockley over before excusing yourself.

You worked through the crowd, smiling and nodding and waving, until you were outside. You blew out a sigh and glanced towards the Rook. Soleeya was still on the door and though you couldn’t hear her, you could see her calling for patrons to come in and play. She shot you a wide grin and you returned the gesture.

Upon entering the Emerald Palace, you felt a buzz under your skin. It had to be adrenaline. The idea that the only thing you wanted for years was finally happening seemed unreal. You considered a drink to calm your nerves, but you immediately remembered the powder. It had to be all over by the time you got there. You frowned to yourself and drew your gloves out, slipping your hands in easily.

“Davi?” One of the older Lions found you.

You spun with an easy smile.

“Everything alright? Boss said you’d be staying with your own tonight.” His bushy eyebrows furrowed with confusion.

“Of course.” You nodded, that stupid Kaelish accent finding your voice. “Things got boring at mine so I thought Papa’s place would be a bit more lively.”

“Ah…” He nodded. “Well, I’ll let him know you’re here. Have a drink in the meantime.”

You bowed your head and changed course to the bar. Your fingers tapped idly on the bartop while the bartender offered you several options. You turned them all down, stating you had sworn off drinks for a while. Thankfully, there wasn’t much conversation after that.

You spun in the seat and watched the crowd.

What would you do with the Emerald Palace once it was yours? What would you call it? How would you decorate it? Nothing would be the same. There’d be no hint that Pekka Rollins or the Dime Lions had ever been in that place. It’d be yours.

It’d be yours.

The thought thrilled you more than you expected.

After maybe an hour’s worth of people watching, the real action began. The recruits Lockley has secured you had filed in slowly, maybe a dozen all together. It wouldn’t be enough to overtake the Palace but it was enough to prove your point. The doors slammed open and you slid from your seat. You wandered the perimeter of the crowd, trailing a hand along the wall.

Would you repaint or put up wallpaper?

A loud thud sounded by the time you got to the other side

of the room followed by Nina’s sure voice demanding to see Pekka. You pushed through to be at the forefront, silencing any complaints with a glare. Only one Lion blocked your path and for the time being, you let him. You needed something in front of you otherwise you would’ve fallen to your knees at his side.

Kaz was on the floor, seemingly beaten for the first time you’d ever seen. Your eyes met Nina’s and she gave you the barest shake of her head.

Growing up alone in the Barrel taught lessons the hard way. The one that seemed to take you the longest to learn was when to show your hand. Too soon and you’d lose leverage. Too late and you’re already beaten. There was a small window of opportunity for every strike, every con, every lift.

Now wasn’t the time.

Your father appeared, spouting something about loyalty. The speech made your stomach churn. One of the Lions pointed their gun at Nina, and you took a step forward. The Lion in front of you pushed you back and you huffed in annoyance.

Kaz lifted his head, scanning the crowd before facing your father. His eyes met yours for a brief second, lingering maybe longer than they should, and you froze. He didn’t want you to step in, not yet.

Too early.

You opened your mouth to argue when Lions hauled him to his feet. Your hands closed into tight fists at your sides and you began pushing through the crowd towards your father. You wouldn’t step into the circle yet, but you weren’t going to stay where you were.

You needed some sort of movement, otherwise you were going to pull your blade and slice through whoever was in your way until you got to Kaz. Seeing him in that state unlocked something new, something that you could only describe as feral. It made your heart pound in your chest, your blood rush through veins, your muscles tingle

in anticipation. You’d been in fights before, seen friends and allies get hit or go down. But seeing it happen to Kaz in the middle of the Emerald Palace? For it to be made into a spectacle?

Nothing had ever felt more vile.

Words were exchanged but the blood was pumping loudly in your ears, too loud for you to hear anything other than the voices. Nina, then Pekka, then Kaz. Grunts and coughs came soon after and something in your chest shook loose. It seemed like an eternity passed after shoving through the bodies crowding around to try and catch a glimpse of the King beating down the Bastard.

“…that I’m King of this city.” Your father boasted.

“Do your worst.” Kaz instigated.

You shoved the last Lion aside as your father raised a fist. You quickly swallowed your disgust and feigned an expression of confusion.

“Papa?” Your voice was small, uncertain. It was your last time slipping on the mask of the dutiful daughter. You didn’t even care to fake the Kaelish accent. “What is all this?”

The punch still landed across Kaz’s jaw and it felt as if he had struck you. You clenched your jaw, eyes locked on Kaz, as your father answered.

“Davi!” He said proudly. “I was just going to send for you.”

“Really?” You questioned. “Because it seems like you were beating on Kaz Brekker.”

“Don’t you worry, Little One. There’s plenty for you.” He stepped aside and gestured you forward.

“I don’t want to.” You shook your head. “We didn’t… You never mentioned we were going after him.”

“Didn’t have to.” His smile couldn’t have been more smug. “He was brought to us.”

You took a step forward and dared a look at Nina. Her hands were raised and she seemed unaffected. You knew it was a ruse, all part of the plan. Nina Zenik was no traitor, but damn was she convincing. You narrowed your eyes and she raised a brow.

“You did this?” You threw the accusation. “You betrayed him?”

Nina shrugged a shoulder. “I did what I had to, Princess. You, of all people, should understand that.”

You scoffed and turned your attention back to Kaz. His eyes were furious. It wasn’t directed at you necessarily. Maybe you had shown yourself too early by his calculations but you considered yourself too late. Far too late.

“Go on, Davi. Take a shot. You know he deserves it.” Pekka continued.

“No, I don’t… I don’t want this.” You tried to back away but your father’s hand closed on your arm. Your eyes dropped in an effort to avoid looking at Kaz.

You regretted sending Kol to the Rook at that moment.

“You can’t cause a scene here, Little One.” Your father warned quietly. “You’re not in charge anymore.”

“He deserves more respect than this.” You tied to argue, weakly tugging your arm. “He’s an eq-“

“He’s Barrel trash.” Your father shook you slightly. For a moment, you wondered if the grip was tight enough to bruise. “Unless you’d like for your little Snakes to end up like him, I suggest you fall in line.”

How dare he stand there and threaten Kol. Threaten Adrin. Melli. What right did he have to threaten your family?

“We had a deal!” You whispered sharply, yanking hard enough to free your arm. “You said you wouldn’t touch them.”

“Won’t be me that does it.” He shrugged. “Remember, the only power you have is what I let you have. Everything you think you have is from my name. My money.”

“My money.” You countered. “It was my account.”

“Go on, then.” Your father taunted. “I know you’ve been itching for this... Make your choice.”

You nodded quietly. Your hands were shaking by then, still clenched into fists. Your nails were digging into your palms.

‘Let you have.’ Pekka never let you have anything. You built your Crew. You built your alliances. You gave your blood, sweat, and tears to get to that moment. You sacrificed sleep and your own safety more than you could count to make your own stand.

You could lie through your teeth. You had been for weeks at your father’s side. Why did it suddenly feel like you were falling apart?

Was it possible that you weren’t as ready as you thought you were? Was Kaz’s trust misplaced in you?

You forced your feet to move, to take the few steps to be in from by of Kaz again. He looked even worse up close. Despite what happened the night before, despite trying to, you took no pleasure in seeing him in that state. You reminded yourself that it was his plan. He was in control, no matter what it looked like to the outside.

Kaz met your eyes and he softened, a fraction of a percent that you barely noticed. He gave you a tiny nod, the smallest movement of his head.

Trust me.

He knew what was coming and was encouraging you to play along. He was willing to let you beat him, and only a few weeks ago, you would’ve jumped at the chance.

Your eyes flicked down towards your front pocket. He glanced, seeing the folded bit of paper you so meticulously arranged, and met your gaze again.

You drafted the document yourself while you were restless the night before.

Inej’s freedom. All it needed was Pekka’s signature.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. One hand gripped his jacket and the other drew back.

“Forgive me.” You whispered before landing the blow across his jaw.

You hated the split second you enjoyed hitting him.

“Fight back!” You urged quietly.

If only to find an outlet for your own frustration from the night before, an outlet for the pent up desire to knock your father’s teeth in, you hit him once more. Kaz swung once, jamming his fist into your stomach. You exaggerated the cough as you stumbled back, catching the slightest glimpse of the paper disappearing under his jacket.

You had to refrain from smiling.

You turned your back to Kaz, training your eyes on the floor as you stepped closer to your father. He put a hand on your shoulder and gave a light squeeze, a gesture of pride, before he took over.

You squeezed your eyes shut when you heard the kicks. Kaz coughed with each impact. Your own chest grew tight with the discomfort. You banged your fists lightly against your forehead, urging yourself to find composure despite your rolling stomach. You opened your eyes and found one of your recruits looking on in concern. You understood then all the extra that was at stake, how many lives were now contingent on your success. You forced yourself to stand tall, nodded to the man, and drew back your shoulders. You were turning back to your father when you heard the siren.

You smiled in relief. You damn near laughed.

So far, it was working. Wylan’s concoction worked. You never doubted but better to lean on the side of caution. A Lion came to speak to your father and you used the distraction to kneel beside Kaz. You helped him to sit and his hand held tight to your forearm.

“Are you alright?” You asked quietly. Your eyes caught in the wound above his brow.

“You’ve given me worse.” He answered in the same hushed tone.

“Saints, Kaz, I’m so-“ You began and he squeezed your arm tighter.

“We get through this first and we’ll have all the time in the world for apologies.”

You nodded quickly and helped him stand. He leaned into you slightly and your arm was around his back.

“There will be outbreaks at all of your establishments.” Kaz said smoothly. Despite the beating, he was firmly in control.

“And only yours.” You lifted your chin defiantly when your father’s eyes met yours.

“Davina.” Pekka warned.

“The path of contagion will be clear. A ship in your harbor spread the disease to your clubs.” Kaz continued.

“I’d say the Merchant Council will have a proper little investigation open by daybreak.” You commented. “Island nations fear nothing more than disease. Wouldn’t you say?”

“What have you done, boy?” Pekka glared at Kaz. “You turn my own blood against me?”

“No.” You answered before Kaz could. “You did that yourself”

“You never wanted to come home…” Pekka said slowly, angrily, as he realized the truth. “It was all just an act.”

“And a pretty good one.” You turned your head, taking in the faces of disbelief and betrayal from the men loyal to your father. You then looked up at Kaz, who was already looking at you. “Right?”

“Very convincing, Dear.” Kaz agreed.

Pekka laughed to himself, drawing both your attentions back, as he was handed a pistol. He loaded calmly and your free hand itched for one of the three knives on your person. You felt Kaz’s fingers press into you, a silent reminder to stay calm.

Trust me.

How the man never faltered, you didn’t understand.

“You’ve got my attention, for about as long as it takes to put a bullet in your heads.” Pekka threatened.

“Again with the threats.” You clicked your tongue. “You’re not just the tiniest bit curious as to what we’re after?”

Pekka scoffed slightly but made no move.

“Fifth Harbor is shut down. Your businesses are tainted.” Kaz continued.

“My businesses… They’ll be fine.” Pekka shrugged. “‘Specially since it sounds like you missed one. Remember that little deal, Daughter?”

“My businesses were untouched.” You argued. “The Poisoned Rook is clean as ever, as is the former Kaelish Prince… Those deeds are mine, Pekka. Remember that part of the deal?”

He chuckled to himself and then pointed his pistol at your forehead. Behind Pekka, you saw the recruits meant to have your back moving closer together. They whispered hushed words between themselves and took turns glancing at you in question. You didn’t acknowledge them. Instead, you just kept your head high.

“Might want to reconsider.” You said smoothly.

“If you want to see your Kaelish prince again.” Kaz added. “Your other Kaelish prince, that is.”

“Blond hair, fond of sweets, bit of an entitlement issue.” You added. You took a calm step forward, noticed the pistol in your father’s hand falter. The arm you had around Kaz fell away. “Hiding out in the country home my mother loved… Little Alby Rollins.”

“I will kill everything you love.” He threatened.

“You already have.” You spat. “You killed my mother, didn’t you?”

A quick backhand had you laughing. You gently prodded your lip and found it split open.

“I loved your mother.”

“Then why is she buried on this damn island?” You shouted. “She should’ve been cremated. That’s what her side of the family did for the dead. Instead, you shoved her in the ground!”

A left hook that sent you stumbling. One of your turncoats pushed forward but you held up a quick hand to stop him.

“You wanna know what killed her?” He said lowly as you righted yourself to face him. He bent his arm and rested his pistol on his shoulder. “You did, Davi.”

“No.” You shook your head.

“She died of a broken heart when she heard her baby had died in the Barrel. Her little girl ran off and poor Alohra suffered for it. Her heart always was a bit soft, wouldn’t you say?”

You took a shaky step back, hardly registering that he was mocking you at the same time. Maybe fell would be a better word. Kaz made no move to catch you. Rightfully so. If he had, your father would’ve found a way to use that against you both. Instead, you found your own footing and stared at the ground for a moment.

A broken heart… You broke your mother’s heart…

No. He was wrong. He had to be.

It felt like a burning hand had clenched on your heart. You wanted to scream, to cry, to carve out your father’s heart just to see how rotted it truly was. But you did none of those things. You simply lifted your head, ignored the tears falling, and quietly pulled one of the blades from your hip. Pekka glanced down at it and laughed before pointing his pistol at Kaz.

“Same goes for you, boy.” Pekka threatened.

Kaz was unfazed. “The trick is not to love anything. Your mistake is that you let someone get in.”

“What of her, then?” He gestured to you with the pistol.

“He hasn’t killed me because I was the only way he could get close enough to ruin you.” You scoffed. The words felt foreign on your tongue but your voice never wavered. “You see, I knew you couldn’t care less about me as your daughter, as your blood. You’ve proved that quite often. But that dear son of yours, the heir you always wanted… Now, you have him on quite the pedestal. He’s someone you’d sacrifice everything for.”

“And it makes you weak.” Kaz spat.

“Then I’ll just kill you.” Pekka tried, though there was a lack of conviction.

The threat against Alby had him reeling, mentally scrambling for some leverage. You were glad to see him finally suffer.

“Do that and you’ll never find your son in time.” You smiled when the pistol aimed at your chest. “My dear baby brother will die scared and alone, poor thing. It’d be your fault, of course.., How does it feel to ruin both of your children’s lives?”

“What did you do?”

“I buried him.” Kaz answered. “Six feet deep… He went into that box so easily.”

“Didn’t even cry when we took this from him…” You continued, drawing the train car out of your cloak. One side of the material fell open, draping off your shoulder, allowing the sight of your snake tattoo that was peaking out of your shirt collar. “He even liked my tattoo, said he wanted one just like it.”

“Where’s my son?” Pekka asked weakly.

“Make smart choices and you just might reach him before the air runs out.” Kaz warned.

You tossed Pekka the train car and moved a few steps, surveying the crowd as you took your place beside Kaz as he took over. Nina offered an apologetic expression. You found Jesper seated near the bar. The turncoats had spread out by then and made their way to the fronts of the crowd.

No sign of Inej yet.

You tapped a finger against your knife as you met Jesper’s gaze again. Your brows raised and he shook his head.

He hadn’t seen her either.

You frowned slightly but said nothing. You simply faced your father, standing beside Kaz, and watched him try to rationalize what he’d done to Kaz and his brother. Kaz mentioned Alby again and Pekka slammed Kaz against the nearest pillar.

“You tell me where to find my son!” Pekka tried.

You were quick to stand beside them and pressed your blade against your father’s neck.

Lions shifted uneasily around the confrontation but no one moved. You heard the hammers of pistols being drawn back yet none were on you as far as you could tell.

“Like you told me where to find my mother?” You asked, a new darkness falling over your words. “You aren’t in any position to make demands, Pekka. Not anymore. Look around.”

His eyes scanned the crowd briefly before landing back on you.

“Remind me… What were you saying about having no power?” You mocked.

“It’s a simple trade.” Kaz continued calmly. “Speak my brother’s name and your son lives.”

Saints, if you weren’t in love with him before, you were then… Which may not have been the most sane thought you have at that moment.

You yanked your father off and Pekka offered no resistance. You spun your blade and saw there was blood. Glancing over, you saw you had nicked him. It was only a shallow line.

“Maybe he needs another hint.” You told Kaz. “My turn?”

“By all means, Dear.” He pushed off the pillar.

You smiled and he nearly gave you one in return before you faced your father.

“You tried to call me Saskia but I hated that name, refused to come out of my room until you gave up on the ruse.” You began. “Mama put red ribbons in my hair, at your request, because ‘the color brought out the Isle in me’.”

You made a face of disgust at the memory.

“He and his brother-“ You gestured to Kaz. “-were the only real friends, only people I ever liked when I was young.”

That seemed to connect the dots for Pekka and he spouted a few details he remembered. But it wasn’t enough for Kaz.

“I want you to say his name!” He urged.

“Come on!” You shouted in exasperation.

“I don’t remember!” Pekka yelled back. His eyes found yours and you could see the desperation, the plea in his expression. “I just want my son… He’s all I have.”

“And who’s fault is that?” You spat at his feet.

“I’ll give you whatever you want, Davi.”

“Don’t call me that!” You snapped, punctuating your words by pointing your blade at him again. “My name is Davina. Not Little One, not Davi, not your daughter.”

“I’m begging you…” Pekka said quietly.

“Are you?” Kaz casually challenged.

The tension in the Palace was palpable. The demand was clear.

Pekka went down to his knees.

You couldn’t help but gasp slightly. Had you two truly done it? Had you beaten the King?

Kaz pulled two papers from his coat pocket.

“Confession for the murders of Tante Heleen and Constable Sem. An acquittal claim deed for Inej Ghafa.” Kaz spoke clearly.

“Sign both if you want to find your son alive.” You said flatly, crouching to be face to face with Pekka. You pointed your knife as you spoke. “Or don’t and I can sign for you. No one here will object. Will you?” You glanced around the crowd but none of his Lions dared to meet your eyes. You returned focus to your father with a grin. “But if I have to do it, of course that means little Alby’s on his own.”

“Wretched girl.” Pekka cursed.

“You know what they say about apples and their trees.” You shrugged and stood to your full height, tucking your blade away. Kaz dropped the papers and pen. Only a moment passed before Pekka signed them. Kaz looked them over with satisfaction. He looked over at you and nodded.

“You remember where you left my mother, don’t you?” You asked sharply but gave no time for him to answer. “I didn’t think so.. Black Veil Cemetery.”

“You’ll need every man you can spare.” Kaz added.

When the Palace cleared out, you let out a crazed laugh. You put a hand in your hair and the other reached for Kaz, grabbing onto his forearm. He looked down at the contact for a moment then met your eyes. He offered a half smile himself.

“See?” He said calmly, tucking away the papers. “You live to see another day.”

“Maybe my faith was well-placed, after all.” You answered. “I’ll find you later on.”

Before getting an response, you took off. You hurried to Black Veil, hoping you wouldn’t miss the show.

You arrived just as Pekka was being arrested. The sight brought a grin to your face.

“Da?” Little Alby said from in front of you. “Da?!”

You walked up to the boy and put a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and snapped his head up, but settled when he saw it was just you. “What’ll happen to Da?” He asked.

“Well, little brother, Papa wasn’t a good man.” You said calmly. Even in the low light of the moon, you could see the rage in Pekka’s eyes. “He hurt a lot of people before you came into the picture.”

“He hurt you?”

“He did.” You nodded. “Come on. Let’s not wake the dead with our little chat, hmm? Antsy ghosts summon the boogeyman.”

You turned him back towards the carriage.

“I’m not scared.” He said firmly.

“Of course not.” You laughed slightly. “But you see, I’ve met him. They say you hear his cane tapping before you see him. He dresses in all black to match the shadows he hides in. Gloves so you can’t see the claws.” You wiggled your fingers in the crook of his neck and he laughed. “Most don’t dare to speak his name so they call him Dirtyhands. If you so much as touch him, you’re dead within days.”

Alby blew a raspberry. “I don’t believe that.”

“Fine.” You shrugged. “The Boogeyman lives down in the Barrel if you’d like to meet him. We can go knock on his door.”

Alby shifted uncomfortably, eyeing the carriage door.

“Or you can go on home to Applebroek and take care of that place for me.” You offered. “It was special to me when I was your age.”

“Will you visit?”

“I can try.”

He grinned and wrapped his arms around your hips in a hug. You patted his head before sending him off. He stuck his head out the window and waved frantically. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself and return the wave.

One the carriage was out of sight, you headed back into the Barrel. You originally had planned on sitting at your mother’s grave for a bit, but with the Lions still milling uncertainly about Black Veil, you made a silent promise to come back soon.

As you walked the familiar pathways, you noticed the looks you got were different. News was spreading of Pekka’s downfall and the alleged Fire Pox spread. Some were noticeably taking precautions, leaving no potential for exposure, while some were simply running home. The few that were still unsure and were trying to go about their business as usual looked at you with a new understanding. You assumed word was about you and Kaz bringing your father’s control to a screeching halt, but you couldn’t help the curiosity at what details had made it to Barrel streets and which were still tucked away in the Emerald Palace.

You were sure you’d hear all the gossip in the morning.

You stopped off at the Rook first, one of the few establishments still serving, and saw all was well. You couldn’t see a single Lion in the crowd and that brought a smile to your face. Melli waved enthusiastically when she saw you. You returned her gesture before seeing Kol a few feet away. There was relief but also a bit of confusion. You wondered how long had he been at the Rook and whether or not Inej had ever made it to the Palace.

Where was the Wrath after it all?

You went over the Crow Club after that. Adrin and Lockley had everything locked up tight and there wasn’t a single soul except those you designated to be there.

Another wave of relief.

You sent them off, told them to join your Snakes at the Rook. You warned them no one was to travel alone for the next day or so, and that the office was absolutely never to be left unattended. Adrin told you where to find Kaz. Apparently, he sent Jesper to leave word for you before the rest of the Crows were to spend their night drinking at the Rook.

“On the house, apparently.” Adrin added with a shake of her head. “Seems you were feeling quite generous tonight.”

You laughed slightly. “Tonight, we’re all one crew, and in the morning I’ll send Brekker a bill. Tell them to enjoy the victory.”

“What about you?”

“I will… After I thank the Bastard.”

“May the Saints help you.” She patted your back before spreading your orders.

Inej was on her way out of the room when you arrived.

“This…” She said softly, holding the signed document tightly in her hands. “This is the greatest gift anyone can give, Davina. Thank you.”

You bowed your head slightly. “It’s more than deserved, Inej. Don’t thank me.”

“It couldn’t have been easy.”

“Well.” You shrugged. “Easier than other things…” You looked over her shoulder to the half shut door.

She followed your sight and then faced you again with a sigh.

“May I offer some advice?” She asked.

“Please.” You nodded.

“Give him some grace… This, you, it’s all strange for him.”

“I understand I’ve put him in an impossible situation… I can’t expect anything out of it. There’s history that can’t be erased. I know that. I guess I had hope that I would be wrong.” You smiled sadly. “Don’t worry, I have no intent to hold it against him.”

She smacked your arm and your jaw dropped in shock. “I said to give him grace, not a way out.”

“I don’t understand.” Your brows furrowed.

“Clearly.” She mumbled and you frowned. “You push him into new territory. He needs that push. He’s always been so isolated, Davina. Admittedly, his own doing, but he can’t do that with you.”

“The last time I tried to push him, he ignored me. Looked right past me like I wasn’t even there.” You thought back to the night before and frowned at your own embarrassment again. “Whatever you think is there for me, Inej, it isn’t. Besides, I thought you favored him.”

“Suli aren’t meant for one place or another.” She said and there was a sense of longing in her words. “You’ve given me my life back. This life was never supposed to be mine, and I do care for him, which is why I’m telling you this. You are meant for this life, as is he. And as your friend, I’m telling you not to give up on him.”

“My friend, huh?” You smiled. “Seems I’ve won you over after all.”

“Seems so.” She returned the smile. “Keep pushing, Davina. He’s stubborn as all hell but you get through to him in a way I’ve never seen…”

“I shall keep that in mind.” You conceded. “Enjoy the night with your crew at the Rook. Apparently, drinks are on me.”

She laughed. “You may come to regret that.”

“Believe me, I already do.” You chuckled.

She embraced you quickly before hurrying off. You took a deep breath before knocking lightly on the door. When you didn’t get a response, you stepped inside.

Kaz kept his back to you as he flicked his pen in and out sight. You rolled your eyes to yourself before crossing the room and leaning against the edge of the desk. When he still didn’t acknowledge your presence, you turned the chair to face you.

“You should see Zenik about that.” You reached forward and caught him by the chin, gently turning his face to either side to see the blooming bruises and swollen sections of his face. He jerked away from your touch after a moment. “Or I can have Kol help you out…”

“You don’t need to try and take care of me.” He said sharply. “I don’t want your pity.”

You rolled your eyes. “You look like hell, Kaz. Consider it a favor.”

“You’ve given me worse.” He shrugged slightly. “My ear still rings occasionally from when you kicked me in the head.”

You chuckled slightly. “Which was pure luck, by the way.” You confessed. “I never tried that move before.”

“Quite effective.”

“Well, you did leave me a darling of a scar in return.” You gestured vaguely to the line across your cheek. “See a Healer… Please?”

He gave one non-committal nod.

“You know, these next few days are going to be a bit hectic. The Merchant Council will likely call on me to see to my father’s properties once your little plague dies out.” You explained.

“Naturally.” He agreed.

“Which means that I’m not sure when I can get your deed back… Unless you plan to come to the Rook and celebrate with everyone?” You tried and offered a hopeful expression.

“I’d rather not.” He said flatly.

“I see.” You nodded. “You can send them all to my club and offer free drinks, but you can’t go and enjoy yourself for once.”

He said nothing, just stared at the pen in his hand.

“Kaz.” You reached forward, putting a hand on his shoulder. He tensed but said nothing. “We won. You won…”

“He couldn’t say his name, didn’t even remember it.”

“Then he didn’t deserve to say it.” You answered and that got Kaz to look at you. “You and I remember Jordie. I draw him sometimes, when I’m feeling nostalgic… Just because Pekka couldn’t remember doesn’t mean you failed. It just means Pekka’s worse than we thought.”

“He should have remembered.”

“He should’ve.” You agreed. “But maybe it’s enough that we do… I still think about the time he had to drag me inside after I punched the neighbor girl in the eye.”

“Was that the one who took my hat?”

“Yes, and my jacks. She and I never could get along… It’s okay to miss him, Kaz. That just means he’s still with you.”

He seemed to consider what you said. You withdrew your hand and let it fall against your legs with a small smack.

“You should be with your friends.” You kicked at his shin lightly. “Don’t sit around here alone and mope. Come with me.”

“No.” He said flatly.

“Why are you so insistent on misery?” You huffed. “You got what you wanted, didn’t you? My father will be in jail for a good while. You have your crew, your Club. What else do you want?”

Kaz looked up at and in the eye that wasn’t swelling shut, you thought you saw a spark of emotion. He looked at you in silence and you assumed gears were turning in his head. He was thinking of what to say.

“I’m sorry, by the way.” You added, pushing off the desk. “For all I’ve done to you, both in recent weeks and when we were young… I never wanted to hurt you or put you in this situation. I truly hope you can find peace, Kazzle. I suppose that’s all that’s left for you to want.”

“Not all.” He mumbled.

“If you refuse to join us, then I will find you once I have a spare moment. Until then, feel free to move back in at the Club… I assume you still have your key.”

You made your way to the door, pausing to throw one last remark over your shoulder.

“And everything I said before about fate and something more? You don’t have to worry about it.”

You heard the scrape of his chair moving.

“Just the ramblings of a woman assuming she was on death’s doorstep…”

“You didn’t mean it?” He asked. If you hadn’t known better, you almost would’ve believed he was hurt.

“I’m saying you don’t have to be too concerned with it.” You corrected. “I can be professional about rejection… Also, I am about to become what very well may be the most well off woman in the Barrel. I suggest you start thinking of those amends.”

“Vina, wait.“

You didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say.

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