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Nikolai Lantsov

Nikolai Lantsov

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Aug 6, 2023
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Grishaverse
"Wow, aren't you a warm ray of sunshine? Look, I know you like bets, so let's make one. If anything goes wrong i'll take full responsibility and pay you the 20% without even a hiss, but if my suspicion ends up being correct, you will have to admit I am an excellent detective, and my deduction abilities are flawless." God, she loved safe bets. And thanks to this asshole's ego, she would get her money without having to do anything for it. "Okay, you are on, pirate." "Actually, I'm a privateer, not a pirate. Just a formality really, but still, not a pirate" "For fucks sake, you are unbelievable." Veronica Hayes was pissed, she had always felt way too much, and saying she didn't like it was an euphemism. She knew it was a sign of weakness, especially when she was grisha in a world that didn't hold much empathy to those with her gifts. She didn't like the feeling, so her alternative was to either freeze or run, little did she know that a certain privateer, just wouldn't let her do it this time. Disclaimer: I dont own any grisha verse characters.
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