#kbdesc

Inej could never be sure which stories about Kaz were true ad which were rumors he'd planted to serve his own ends.

'Greed is your god, Kaz'

Now the monster was here, dead-eyed and unafraid. Kaz Brekker was gone, and Dirtyhands had come to see the rough work done.

At first, she'd thought it was a matter of taste, but she'd come to understand that it was a joke he played on the upstanding merchers. He enjoyed looking like one of them.

Her father would have said the shadows were about their own business tonight. Something bad was going to happen here.

Kas was the exception–the picture of restraint, his dark vests and trousers simply cut and tailored along severe lines.

He was a collection of hard lines and tailored edges–sharp jaw, lean build, wool coat snug around his shoulders.