fₒᵣ ᵢ ₐₘ bₑcₒₘₑ dₑₐₜₕ, dₑₛₜᵣₒyₑᵣ ₒf wₒᵣₗdₛ
Anastasia Morozova is a kinslayer. Anya Varamyr is a murderer. Anastasia is a decorated soldier. Anya is a backstreet cutthroat. Anastasia would die for her country. Anya would die for her friends.
Anastasi...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
♥✎ ✲❁✰❄✫✾✹✾✷❂✷✬✶❄✲ 🐙ൠ
Breaking into Smeet's office had been a piece of cake. Anya slipped her lace gloves off and flipped through the ledger Kaz had tossed at her at an almost ridiculous pace.
"First we make sure your father has no new acquisitions under his name. Then we search under your stepmother's name, and yours."
"Don't call her that," Wylan protested. "Alys is barely older than I am!"
Without stopping her search, Anya reached over and flicked Wylan's reddening ear. "Nothing wrong with an age gap, Wylan - as long as it's all legal of course."
If Kaz was capable of blushing she wouldn't know - for he'd turned his face away from the candlelight.
It took them just over an hour for Kaz to slide his ledger back into place and announce his success. "I know where she is," he said. "Let's go."
"He sure is bossy tonight," Anya whispered to Wylan. "Did someone put milk in his coffee; or not press his shirts properly- "
"I'm a cripple, not deaf," Kaz called back at them. "Put those books where you found them. A proper thief leaves no trace."
Anya laughed and began to file her ledgers away properly. "If Nina and Jesper did their jobs right, Smeet will be home soon. Come on."
As she went to follow Kaz out the door, he stopped in his tracks and Anya crashed into his back. "What are you- "
"Oh Ghezen," said Wylan. A little girl and her dog stood in the corridor, dressed in a darling night gown that fell over her toes.
"Do you work for my da?" she asked, thumb in mouth. Kaz didn't move. Anya turned around to see Wylan handing back behind the nearly shut door of the office. Fucking useless twits.
"Hello," she said. "What's your name?"
Anya stepped around Kaz and slinked over to sit on her feet right in front of the little girl and her dog. "Hanna," the girl whispered quietly. "Why are you in your nightie?"
Anya frowned and looked down at the little black dress beneath her open coat. "Well it is nighttime, isn't it? It'd be rather stupid to wear my day clothes at night."
