[ it had been an eighteen hour day. multiple clients, and then she had worked the night shift at the menagerie bar in order to earn enough money to scrape by on her electric bill for the month. and, by the time she finally dragged herself back to her apartment (which is a word she uses very loosely), she discovered that the heat had not been working.
a frustrated and angry phone call with heleen later (who reminded inej that (1) she would have no life in ketterdam without her and (2) that inej still owed her money from her debt, which inej was beginning to think was never going to be paid), she fiddles with her phone, frowning across the room at her parakeet, lizabeta, who looked appropriately cold.
she didn't have very many friends, in the city. she knew nina would take her in, but she had no room to have inej stay until the heat was fixed. jesper was recently dating someone new, and that would be awkward, if she just lingered around. so, really, the only option left was kaz.
swallow her pride, or freeze. freezing seemed like a good option. but eventually, with a quiet groan, she texted: ]
Hi. I know it's late and we've known each other for a month. But my heat isn't working. Do you have a spare room I can have for the night until I get it fixed?
[ and she hit send before she had time to think about it, almost hoping he would just ignore it. ]
times are shitty.
a frustrated and angry phone call with heleen later (who reminded inej that (1) she would have no life in ketterdam without her and (2) that inej still owed her money from her debt, which inej was beginning to think was never going to be paid), she fiddles with her phone, frowning across the room at her parakeet, lizabeta, who looked appropriately cold.
she didn't have very many friends, in the city. she knew nina would take her in, but she had no room to have inej stay until the heat was fixed. jesper was recently dating someone new, and that would be awkward, if she just lingered around. so, really, the only option left was kaz.
swallow her pride, or freeze. freezing seemed like a good option. but eventually, with a quiet groan, she texted: ]
Hi.
I know it's late and we've known each other for a month.
But my heat isn't working.
Do you have a spare room I can have for the night until I get it fixed?
[ and she hit send before she had time to think about it, almost hoping he would just ignore it. ]