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

CHAPTER 12

✨Y/N P.O.V✨

Y/N and Inej had scaled the walls to the merchant's mansion.

They were now at the suger silos. They'd met with Nina earlier, they'd talked. Nina had agreed to put forth a distraction for them, a cover. Bhagya had been shadowing them, Y/N knew she'd show herself when the time was right.

Inej scaled the first silo, moving like a nimble spider in the dark. Y/N sent her up with a rope and a prayer, nothing more, nothing less.

She then prepared herself for her own climb up the second silo. And she fixed on her rope and gloves, she couldn't help but feel like she was being shadowed.

As she placed her slippered foot on the wire, she'd felt a sudden
moment of doubt.

Though this was the same width of wire she'd walked for weeks without fear, it seemed far thinner now, as if in this mirror world, the wire obeyed different rules.

When fear arrives, something is about to happen.

Y/N breathed deeply, tucked her hips beneath her navel, and took her first
steps on the air. Beneath her the grass was an undulating sea.

She felt her weight shift, listed left, felt the pull of the earth, gravity ready to unite her with her shadow far below.

Her muscles flexed, she bent her knees, the moment passed, and then
there was only her and the wire. She was already halfway across when she realized she was being watched.

Y/N slid the balance pole from its loop on her vest and, with a flick, extended it to its full length.

She tested its weight in her hands, flexed her toes in her slippers. They were leather, stolen from the Cirkus Zirkoa at Inej's request.

Their smooth soles lacked the firm, tactile grip of her beloved rubber shoes, but the slippers allowed her to release more easily.

At last the signal came from Nina, a brief flash of green light.

Y/N stepped out onto the wire. Instantly, the wind snatched at her and she released a long breath, feeling its per sis tent tug, using the flexible pole to pull her center of gravity lower.

She let her knees bounce once. Thankfully, the wire had almost no give.

She walked, feeling the hard press of it beneath the arches of her feet. With each step, it bowed slightly, eager to twist away from her gripping toes.

The air felt warm against her skin. It smelled of sugar and molasses. Her
hood was down and she could feel the hairs from her bun escaping to
tickle her face.

In moments, she'd reached the rooftop of the second silo. That's when she felt it, the vice like grip on her arm.

Y/N twisted, breaking the clawlike grip on the back of her neck.

She scrambled to stop her fall. Her legs found purchase on the silo roof and she yanked herself free, pushing away from the hatch.

She rocked back on her heels, axes already released from their sheaths, deadly weight in her hands.

Her mind could not quite make sense out of what she was seeing.

A girl stood before her on the silo roof, gleaming like a figure carved of ivory and amber.

Her tunic and trousers were the color of the night, banded in ivory leather and embroidered in bronze. Her auburn hair hung in a thin braid laced with the glint of pearls.