A Coin Has Two Sides (Season One) || Kaz Brekker x OC

9. Don't Feel

Having safely returned to the bar, the group had gathered round a table to look through the blueprints, scanning for their way in and out of the Little Palace.

"What about-" Jesper said as he pointed to a place on the paper.

"No, look", Winnie replied as she pointed herself.

"Oh", Jesper responded as he pulled away his finger.

"What about this hallway?" Inej asked.

"No go. See? Guard tower", Winnie shut her down as well.

"There's no way in", Inej said.

"And no way out", Kaz chimed in after carefully examining the blueprint himself.

"Well, I thought this plan might not work", Arken remarked.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't hear a better one coming out of your mouth", Winnie spat.

She would've continued to berate the egotistical conductor if it wasn't for a sudden thump behind her.

All of them turned their heads towards the sound and saw that the acrobat performing had slipped off her ropes and fell to the floor.

"That's got to have hurt", Winnie exclaimed, earning a nod of confirmation from Inej.

"Let's regroup. Meet back here tomorrow morning. We'll find another way in", Kaz said as he rolled up the blueprints and walked off.

The pub was small, and considering how late they had arrived, adding in the large number of tourists there for the fete taking place at the palace, rooms were scarce.

They had managed to get three. One for Arken, one for Jesper and Inej and the final for Winnie and Kaz.

Winnie wasn't exactly happy with the arrangement. Kaz tended to infuriate her when the two were left alone in a close proximity, and she really didn't need his miserable attitude around her when she awoke in the middle of the night after having a nightmare.

She had always found that bedrooms were a comfort place to her.

She could escape to them, be left alone with her own thoughts, and attempt to manage them without being disturbed.

Back in the Little Palace, her room was the one place she would ever be left alone in. In Ketterdam, the room she had when she worked at the Dime Lions was the place she was able to release all the anger and pain pent up inside of her.

Right now, what she needed was a place of her own to do the same.

But with Kaz there, she couldn't so much as shed a tear.

She didn't want him noticing just how much she was terrified inside; just how weak she was. 

It would lead to him asking questions, and she knew they would be ones she would never answer. That would only make him more annoyed and eventually they would wind up diverting from the job at hand and spend the night arguing.

But it was either that or share with Arken. Winnie would rather sleep out in the street then have to do the latter.

Luckily for her, the small room consisted of two single beds, directly opposite the door. There was a window right next to the one on the left out of which Winnie was able to get a perfect view of the night sky and her beloved stars.

A small desk and bathroom were off to the side of the bed on the right, with a red velvet sofa which looked like it had been in that room for over a century standing in the left corner of the room.

Winnie had walked in to see Kaz sat on the edge of the bed on the right, clearly deep in thought after the failure of the blueprint idea.

"I see you chose your bed already", she said as she walked through the door.