THESE BROKEN VOWS (Kazbrekker x Fem!reader) [ book version]

CHAPTER 11

-✨Y/N P.O.V✨-

Y/N was thrown aside by the explosion at the docks.

She hit hard against a crate, pressed against the side of the crate, her ears ringing, her nose singed by the sharp scent of gunpowder.

" Y/N ! Y/N, can you hear me ?" asked the worried voice of Inej.

" Yes." moaned Y/N.

" Are you okay ?"

" Yes. Where's Bhagya ? Kaz ?"

" I don't know. But we have to go."

Inej helped Y/N up the crates, both moving like scrambling insects escaping a death trap.

The view from above was disturbing.

The Dregs were outnumbered, and
there were men working their way around their left and right flanks.

Kaz had been right to keep their real point of departure a secret from the
others.

Someone had talked.

Y/N knew Inej had tried to keep tabs on the team, but someone else in the gang could have been snooping.

Kaz had said it himself: Everything in Ketterdam leaked, including the Slat and the Crow Club.

"Lets split up, Y/N."

Y/N turned to face Inej "Yeah." she muttered to the shadows.

Y/N ran over the tops of the crates, making her way down the row, seeking her targets below.

She wasn't the agile type.

She was a Healer, good at fixing damage, not making it.

It was easy enough though.

None of them expected the threat to come from above.

She slid to the ground behind two men
firing at Nina, and said a silent prayer as she slit one throat with her crow handled dagger, then the next.

When the second man dropped, she crouched beside him and rolled up his
right sleeve - a tattoo of a hand, its first and second fingers cut off at the knuckle.

Black Tips.

Was this retribution for Kaz's showdown with Geels, or something more? They shouldn't have been able to raise these kinds of numbers.

She moved on to the next aisle of crates, following a mental map of the
other attackers' positions.

First, she took down a girl holding a massive, unwieldy rifle, then skewered the man who was supposed to be watching her flank.

His tattoo showed five birds in a wedge formation: Razorgulls.

Just how many gangs were they up against?

The next corner was blind.

Should she scale the cargo containers to check her position or risk what might be waiting for her on the other side?