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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...
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introducing.....URSULA "ULLA" MOROZOVA
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Anya trailed behind Kaz through the crowd, her hand tightly intertwined with Alys Van Eck's. "Are we there yet?" the girl kept on repeating.
"Soon," Anya would reply with a growing scowl. "Believe me, the sooner the better."
Alys smiled happily and started humming along to some jaunty Kersh tune. She was going to kill Van Eck, then Alys, and then Kaz.
Her eyes darted across the group of people awaiting them, rapidly catching sight of Inej's lithe figure. Finally, she sighed in relief. Fucking finally.
Hood pulled low, blonde strands peeking out from underneath, Anya tugged Alys forwards by the ropes wrapped around her wrists. "Not long now, Alys. We're almost there."
Van Eck's face was swollen and bruised and she couldn't help the pride swelling in her gut. Given her miniscule stature, Inej could really pack a punch. "Guards," she hissed to Kaz, barely opening her lips. "Everywhere."
Kaz's thumb brushed over the front of his coat and something in her chest jumped, as though a match had been lit inside her. He'd already noticed; Kaz was prepared. The two Dregs watched on as Inej hobbled over the bridge, ankles and wrists tightly bound. She ground her teeth together and nudged Alys forwards, clicking her fingers to give the girl her sight back. The shadows danced in the air for a second, before dashing back into her mouth, welcomed home.
Alys squinted around and turned to look at Anya. "Oh," she frowned. "You're a woman."
Anya's eyebrow twitched and she pushed Alys forwards with a little more force than necessary. "Sorry to disappoint," she grumbled. "Vampyres don't exist."
"You're much prettier than you sound," Alys hummed, as if nothing were the matter. Her pretty eyes scanned the advancing group. "Do you think he's handsome?"
Kaz's head snapped to the side slightly, eyebrows raised. "What?"
Anya gave him a helpless shrug, but Alys hadn't finished. "Something's happened to Jan's nose."
"I suspect he's a caught a bad case of the Wraith," Kaz said coldly, and though his mouth didn't move, Anya could see the smile in his eyes.
"I think Jan would be handsome if he wasn't so old," Alys considered. "It would be nice if he were young and rich."
