Inej's P.O.V.
Breaking into Kaz Brekker's office was no easy feat, even for the Wraith. She couldn't help but regret not demanding Kaz to continue to teach her How to pick locks expertly like him. But who was she kidding? Nobody could ever pick a lock like he did, not even with years of practice.
Finally, she heard the satisfying click of a lock coming undone. Inej silently slipped into Kaz's office, and stayed perched on the window. The sight before her was perfectly normal, yet never seemed to fail to lose its charm.
Kaz, otherwise known as Dirtyhands, was sitting at his desk. His bottom lip was pulled back by his teeth, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. Kaz's sleeves were pulled back in a manner that never failed to make her heart skip a beat. Everything from Kaz's posture to his expression told her he was concentrating hard as he scribbled away on whatever was before him.
Inej couldn't seem to tear her gaze from his face. Everything from the seriousness in his coffee-black eyes, to his lips made her want to jump from her perch and race over to him. But she waited patiently for Kaz to acknowledge her.
Her gaze finally settled on his lips. Lips she had kissed so little times that she could most likely count them all in one hand. Right now, Inej couldn't help but crave one of those rare yet meaningful kisses.
Inej was lost in thought until the simple movement of Kaz's mouth curling into a smile brought her back to reality. Realization hit her like a slap to the face, and she felt her face grow hot. Kaz had known she was there, watching him, and she had a creeping suspicion that he knew where exactly she was staring at.
"Hello Inej, back from your last voyage, I see?" Kaz's rough voice cut through the air like one of the sharp daggers hidden on her. Kaz came on most of her missions, but the longer ones he had to stay back for. Kaz wouldn't trust anyone to run the Dregs instead of him for more than a month, and even that was a stretch.
She leaped gracefully off of the window-sill and hoped her skin was dark enough to hide the blush on her face. "It was too long." She said, before adding, "But I cannot say that the results were unsatisfactory." Inej strolled over, and stopped when she was next to him. She placed her hand on top of the desk, and looked down to see a neat hand-written contract. The print was fine, and written in perfect cursive. Inej scanned over the paper, and cocked an eyebrow. Kaz was selling some property he owned, which was a surprise to her. Usually Kaz only bought property and rented it off. Never had she seen him sell, and she wanted to know why.
Kaz, of course, took notice and, as if reading her mind, answered. "The land wasn't as profitable as I had hoped, and some idiot decides he wanted to buy it off me for far more than it's worth. How could I say no?" He grinned at her, and she had to fight the urge to roll her eyes.
That made much more sense. She carefully moved Kaz's documents, contracts, and such, before sitting on the edge of the desk. Kaz stared at her for a few moments, before dropping his gaze to her lips. Inej's heart started racing, and right before she gained the courage to speak again, Kaz went back to work.
Frustration filled her like water filled a glass. It was always looks, never actions. Actions which she craved fiercely. They were together for crying out loud, and after 7 months of being apart, Kaz only spared her a glance before going back to his precious work. Before she could say or do anything, there was a knock on the door.
Kaz's writing hand froze, and then dropped the quill. He looked up, and his expression seemed as frustrated as she felt, which gave her some satisfaction. "Who is it? Didn't I tell you not to. disturb me while I'm in here?" Inej couldn't help but felt a little sorry for whoever knocked. Getting Dirtyhands angry wasn't something any sane person wanted to do. Of course, Inej herself was also upset. Why did distractions always arrive during the worst of times?
Anita and two burly boys that she didn't recognize strolled in. Each boy had a well groomed and good-looking teenager in their hold. Both of which Inej didn't know. The first one was holding a tall girl with tan skin, blonde curly skin that was up in a ponytail, and strange grey eyes. The other was holding a well-built boy with the same shade of skin if not darker and a good few inches taller than the girl. That seemed to be where the similarities end. Unlike the girl, he had raven black. Yet, their unique appearances were not the strangest things about them.
Both teenagers wore bright orange t-shirts that bore faded black letters. Presented proudly around their necks were leather necklaces with colorful beads, a different amount on each necklace.
Inej got off of Kaz's desk smoothly and quickly, and watched each teenager with curiosity and caution. She had never seen these people before, nor had she ever seen anyone with looks like them. Something in her gut warned her they were dangerous.
Kaz seemed to have come to the same conclusion, and with the help of his cane, rose to meet them. "Who are you, and what's your business?" Inej's lips twitched at. the familiar greeting of the barrel. Kaz seemed to find them worthy of his time, and she was ashamed to admit that that sent a small twinge of jealousy through her.
The green-eyed boy raised a thick dark eyebrow. "I'm Percy, and that's Annabeth." Percy said, and she couldn't help but mentally roll her eyes. That wasn't the brightest move, but it made every ones lives easier. Their unusual names almost made her smile. "And for our business here, we're looking for a dude named..Kaz Brekker? Do you know him?"
Inej looked over to Kaz only to find him with an amused expression on his face. "Well.." Kaz started, and dismissed the Dregs with his hand. "You found him."