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

CHAPTER 21

✨Y/N P.O.V✨

EIGHT BELLS.

Where the hell is Kaz?

Y/N nervously bounced from foot to foot in front of the incinerator, the dim clang of alarm bells filling her ears, rattling her thoughts.

Yellow Protocol?

Red Protocol?

She couldn't remember which
was which.

Their whole plan had been built around never hearing the
sound of an alarm.

Bhagya had secured a rope to the roof and dropped down a line for them to
climb.

Jesper had sent the rest of the rope up with Inej, Wylan and Matthias,
along with a pair of shears he'd located in the laundry, and a crude
grappling hook he'd fashioned from the metal slats of a washboard.

Then he'd helped Y/N clean the spatter of rain and moisture from the floor of the refuse room, and made sure there were no scraps of rope or other signs of their presence.

There was nothing left to do but wait - and panic when the alarm
started to ring.

Y/N heard people shouting to each other, a hail of stomping boots
through the ceiling above.

Any minute, some intuitive guards might venture down to the basement.

If they found Jesper and Y/N by the incinerator, the route to the roof would be obvious.

She'd be damning not only himself but the others as well.

Come on, Kaz. I'm waiting on you.

They all were.

Nina had come charging into the room only minutes before, gasping for breath.

"Go!" she'd cried. "What are you waiting for?"

"You!" Jesper shot back.

But when he asked her where Kaz was, Nina's face had crumpled.

"I hoped he was with you."

She'd vanished up the rope, grunting with effort, leaving Jesper and Y/N
standing below, frozen with indecision.

Had the guards captured Kaz?

Was he somewhere in the prison fighting for his life?

He's Kaz Brekker.

Even if they locked him up, Kaz could escape any cell, any pair of shackles.

Y/N could leave the rope for him, pray the rain and the cooling incinerator was enough to keep the bottom of it from burning away.

But if he just kept standing here like a podge, he'd give away their escape route, and they'd all be doomed. There was nothing to do but climb.

"Jes, it's best you get going." said Y/N, handing the Zemeni boy the rope.

"Y/N-"