They’d done it. They’d actually done it. Had captured the Sun Summoner as she attempted to flee on the night of the Winter Fete and somehow had been lucky enough to retreat back to Arken’s machine and through the Fold before anyone could catch up with them. And they’d been skilled enough to avoid the bright flash of lights the Sankta had attempted to use as a weapon. Though he knew Inej disapproved, Kaz had lashed out, catching Alina’s temple with his cane. She’d remained bound and gagged for the rest of the trip. There had been no stipulation that she needed to be in mint condition after all.
He’d sent word to Dreesen, arranging a rendezvous with the man though as they all stood there watching each other - the Crows with Alina Starkov in their midst, and Dreesen, surrounded by guards - Kaz noticed something. Or rather someone.
Shifting, he cut off Dreesen’s self-important ramblings. “I’d rather speak with the person who’s actually paying the million Kruger.” Gaze shifted to the tall handsome man. “You wanted Alina Starkov…here she is. I’d offer a demonstration but she’s already attempted to blind me once. I’m not releasing her until the money is in my pocket.” He needed to buy off Helene, after all.