Kaz Brekker X Reader - The Bastard and the Blood Princess

Chapter 3

A click of a cane and a rough jab on your side woke you up, the faint light from the kitchen barely illuminating Kaz. You sat up slowly, fiddling with your hands.

"Will... will you help me?" you murmured, and he took in a deep sigh, clenching his jaw as he looked up.

"My Wraith told me there's a job," he said slowly. "A dangerous job that could kill us, but that would bring us a million kruge. To test your loyalty, you will accompany us to that job."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "What kind of job?"

"Will you take it or not?" he retorted, placing his cane in front of him.

You let out a breath, nodding. "As I said, I'll do anything to get rid of Pekka."

He stared at you for a moment, and then, a faint nod rocked his head. "We will leave soon, as soon as I figure out how. Come."

You nodded, standing up from the bed. "Of course, Mr. Brekker."

You walked to the Crow Club in slight rain, Kaz looking over to you as you groaned and shifted your hand to clutch your ribs. You were pretty sure your father's men had broken something - not that it was necessarily a bad thing, considering what Kaz next said. "I will get a healer for you before we leave."

Your eyes widened slightly, before you nodded. "Thank you."

This was going to be easier than you thought.

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The light at the office flickered a few times as you entered Kaz's office, and he went straight to the back wall to peer out to the Club main area, before taking off his coat. "There's an alleged Sun Summoner."

You stared at him for a moment, your lips parting. "A... Sun Summoner?"

"Alleged. There's a man named Dreesen, who will pay a million kruge if we get her and bring her to him."

"You mean, kidnap her?"

Kaz turned around, eyeing you from under his eyebrows before he took out a golden pocket watch, looking at it. "No, we offer her a cup of the finest Ravkan tea and carry her on a golden throne through the Fold."

You huffed. "Okay, then what?"

Your eyes met again. A flash of a memory ran through your mind again as you looked into his dark eyes.

"Remember, don't get attached, we're going to pluck them," your father's voice echoed in your head.

You shook your head slightly, blinking your eyes. Probably a flicker of a dream you saw before you got woken up?

Then, Kaz's voice penetrated your haze again, "Failure is not an option. Your father is also after this job. If you stay loyal to me during this job, if there won't be any tricks - I will make an alliance with you."

He had turned back to the hatch, looking down at the club again. Customers were loud, their talking and cheers faintly echoing through the office.

"Good," you nodded. "I'll prove my worth to you."

A creak. Kaz's eyes shifted to the doorway, before he sighed and picked up his cane. He glanced at you. "Leave."

You stood up, taking a few steps towards the hallway before you heard a clink, and the air stood still. You turned around to see three of your father's goons standing in front of Kaz, and the moment you turned around, one of them, Riagan, growled at you.

"Who do we have here? Our little traitor," he snarled, taking a few steps towards you.

You weren't sure if he knew what was the real deal - Riagan had never been a good actor, but he was great at fighting. A huge man, barely fitting from doorways - you had suspected he was half Fjerdan since you first met him. If he was acting, he had exceeded himself, but you couldn't take risks.