[ Her spine straightens, shoulders squaring up. But there isn't the fight in her face like he'd been expecting—the one he's been seeing glimpses of over the past couple weeks as she's slowly crawled out of her shell.
No, this is tension, the kind that goes hand in hand with a sinking stomach. At first he thinks maybe she's seen Heleen or someone she recognizes, a patron of the Menagerie. But no, that isn't it.
It was his own damn comment.
Part of him sneers. Serves her right for trying to talk back. The other part just feels anxious, like he's stepped too far and burnt a bridge. And Kaz Brekker had long ago purged I'm sorry from his vocabulary. So he says nothing, letting the now uncomfortable silence drape over them both.
When the waffles finish, carefully wrapped in waxed paper, he hands hers over, noting the lack of toppings. Hm. ]
Eat on the roof when we get back and stay clear until I come get you. Haskell will take some time to see reason.
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Date: 2021-01-03 03:20 am (UTC)No, this is tension, the kind that goes hand in hand with a sinking stomach. At first he thinks maybe she's seen Heleen or someone she recognizes, a patron of the Menagerie. But no, that isn't it.
It was his own damn comment.
Part of him sneers. Serves her right for trying to talk back. The other part just feels anxious, like he's stepped too far and burnt a bridge. And Kaz Brekker had long ago purged I'm sorry from his vocabulary. So he says nothing, letting the now uncomfortable silence drape over them both.
When the waffles finish, carefully wrapped in waxed paper, he hands hers over, noting the lack of toppings. Hm. ]
Eat on the roof when we get back and stay clear until I come get you. Haskell will take some time to see reason.