DIVINE VIOLENCE [A six of crows Fanfiction] (HEAVILY EDITED) (Not Kaz X Oc)

CHAPTER 13

-INEJ-

-|INEJ WATCHED how Elijah closely and constantly admired Adjala.

They were so hopelessly in love, it hurt to watch in the sidelines as their story unfolds.

Inej's mind couldn't help but wander to the first time Inej had noted their chemistry, during her first month at the Dregs'.

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IT HAD BEEN Inej's first month with the Dregs.

She'd found solace in a Zemeni Sharpshooter, Jesper Fahey, who's tall stork like frame was bursting with restless energy from head to toe.

He possessed a quick and infectious sense of humor that would brighten even the darkest of moments. Jesper was known for his sharp tongue and clever one-liners, making him the Dregs' resident jester. His easygoing and laid-back demeanor, coupled with his sharpshooting skills, often provide a sense of levity in the face of danger.

Kaz Brekker was as ominous as the first day they'd met. But she'd liked him. He'd been kind to her. He'd given her solace too, given her an armour and fortified the frightened girl she'd been. He'd shown her kindness on her first night with the Drges. Kaz had faced Per Haskells questioning and wrath, after which Inej was escorted into a room of her own.

She'd been frightened her first night at the Slat, she'd crawled her way into his room, scared whether any man would barge into her room and take advantage of her in her sleep. She hadn't known why. She wasn't sure why, but deep down, she seemed to know that Kaz Brekker, even though a monster, wouldn't hurt her, or any woman like the men who had visited her at the Menagerie had. And true enough, Kaz had let her stay in his room, he'd even set up a bed like set up on his window for her. She would watch him while he worked.

Kaz always had a commanding presence, exuding an air of confidence and danger. His lean and wiry frame that conceals his strength and agility. His voice came out in a gravelly rasp, like the sound of stone rubbing on stone.

His eyes were one of his most striking features. They are sharp and calculating, often likened to the cold and calculating eyes of a predator.

They have a steeliness to them that matches his personality. He often wore in a long coat, adding to his enigmatic aura. His hands are covered by leather gloves, which she'd assumed he wore to possibly conceal a deformity on one of his fingers.

Kaz Brekker's personality is a complex tapestry of darkness and depth. He's a mastermind with a cunning intellect, always several steps ahead of those around him. His sharp mind is his greatest asset, and he's unafraid to use it to manipulate situations to his advantage. Kaz's determination knows no bounds, and he'll stop at nothing to achieve his goals.