Nina understood that, apparently, Kaz had turned over a new leaf. And she understood that, apparently, he was trying to be a better person. Or actually was one. But the fact remained that she still remembered the Bastard of the Barrel - the one who had offered neither thanks nor apology to her, and probably never would at this rate.
She'd told him that she would give him a chance. She'd never said she would make it easy on him.
Even being invited to dinner was met with a weird sort of trepidation. She wouldn't put it past Kaz to poison a girl's stroopwaffels or syrup. And she was sure he could do it without hurting Inej - all that sleight of hand had to be good for something, after all. But she kept her paranoia to herself, and she arrived at the apartment that Kaz and Inej were sharing with a bottle of wine, because she was a civilized person.
Unlike some gloved boys.
Inej had let her in and now Nina was watching Kaz move around the kitchen, without his gloves, slightly dubious and unwilling to confess how good everything smelled. How much it reminded her of Ketterdam.
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She'd told him that she would give him a chance. She'd never said she would make it easy on him.
Even being invited to dinner was met with a weird sort of trepidation. She wouldn't put it past Kaz to poison a girl's stroopwaffels or syrup. And she was sure he could do it without hurting Inej - all that sleight of hand had to be good for something, after all. But she kept her paranoia to herself, and she arrived at the apartment that Kaz and Inej were sharing with a bottle of wine, because she was a civilized person.
Unlike some gloved boys.
Inej had let her in and now Nina was watching Kaz move around the kitchen, without his gloves, slightly dubious and unwilling to confess how good everything smelled. How much it reminded her of Ketterdam.