𝖘𝖎𝖝 𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖘
❛ and from the ashes of
his innocence arose the
bastard of the barrel ❜
━━ IN WHICH a ruthless criminal recruits the prodigious businesswoman whose life he destroyed in order to carry out the biggest he...
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INTELLIGENCE WAS the one currency that carried its weight no matter where it was found. From one side of the world to the other, information was the one thing that could make or break a person's claim for fame, and to if there was one thing that Kaz Brekker taught Tivra, it was how to gather little bits and pieces of the most vital currency known to mankind.
Tivra grinned as she perched on the edge of her desk, her claw-like nails drumming rapidly on her knees as she spoke with a breathless Killian, who had run to her office the moment he discovered that the Dregs were going to be at the Exchange that night, meeting with the Black Tips to discuss territory disputes regarding Fifth Harbor.
The Crystal Serpents had a good relationship with the Black Tips, she only wished Geels had had the decency to invite her to his ambush. Perhaps she could have provided him with needed muscle, saving him from having to empty the Black Tips' coffers to pay off the stadwatch guards on duty that night.
Tivra still wasn't sure how Killian had managed to get that little bit of information, but she would not forget it. He was showing more ambition than Tivra ever though possible from such a rowdy Kaelish-man.
Geels would not be responsible for Kaz Brekker's death. No, that was Tivra's kill to make and she would be damned if she let the Black Tips take that from her. Now she would have to sacrifice her relationship with them thanks to Geels's stupidity.
Killian was still breathless as Tivra slipped off the table and curled her long fingers around his stubbly chin, tilting his face up as she neared him. "You have done me a wonderful service, Killi," she purred as she hovered over her lieutenant, whose pupils rapidly expanded. "If tonight goes well, you will be rewarded."
Killian practically melted beneath Tivra's gentle touch, his hulking, muscular form sagging as she brushed her lips across his reddening cheeks, his ginger stubble tickling her lips. She knew how Killian felt for her. It only made it easier for her to keep him in check.
She swept away from Killian, who took a moment to recover from the intimacy of Tivra's kiss, her feet carrying her lightly across her office. She swiped her crow's-head blade from its ornate holder and tucked it into the sheath around her waist, her hands patting her body in various places, counting the weapons she kept strapped to herself at all times.
"What are we going to do, Mistress?" Killian's footsteps thudded heavily as he crossed the office, finally recovered from their shared moment. Tivra glanced over her shoulder as she deftly wove her dark hair into a tight plait.
"We're going to a party, Killian. It would be rude not to, after all." She grinned as she tied her braid with a dark ribbon before she swung it over her shoulder and faced the Kaelish-man. "We wouldn't want to miss all the fun, now would we?"
