Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo Read Online (FREE)
“We’ll be locking this room up tight and posting a guard.”
Inej considered the giant Fjerdan. “Maybe two.”
“Post Dirix and Rotty, but don’t give them too many details. They’ll sail out with us, and I can fill them in later. And Wylan, you and I are going to have a chat. I want to know everything about your father’s trading company.”
Wylan shrugged. “I don’t know anything about it. He doesn’t include me in those discussions.”
“You’re telling me you’ve never snooped around his office? Looked through his documents?”
“No,” Wylan said, his chin jutting out slightly. Kaz was surprised to find he actually believed him.
“What did I tell you?” Jesper said cheerfully as he headed through the door. “Useless.”
The others started to file out behind him, and Kaz shut the safe, giving the tumbler a spin.
“I’d like a word with you, Brekker,” Helvar said. “Alone.”
Inej cast Kaz a warning glance. Kaz ignored it. She didn’t think he could handle a lump of country muscle like Matthias Helvar? He slid the wall panel closed and gave his leg a shake. It was aching now—too many late nights and too much time with his weight on it.
“Go on, Wraith,” he said. “Shut the door behind you.”
As soon as the door clicked shut, Matthias lunged for him. Kaz let it happen. He’d been expecting it.
Matthias clamped one filthy hand over Kaz’s mouth. The sensation of skin on skin set off a riot of revulsion in Kaz’s head, but because he’d been anticipating the attack, he managed to control the sickness that overcame him. Matthias’ other hand rooted around in Kaz’s coat pockets, first one then the other.
“Fer esje?” he grunted angrily in Fjerdan. Then, “Where is it?” in Kerch.
Kaz gave Helvar another moment of frenzied searching, then dropped his elbow and jabbed upward, forcing Helvar to loosen his grip. Kaz slipped away easily. He smacked Helvar behind the right leg with his cane. The big Fjerdan collapsed. When he tried to shove up again, Kaz kicked him.
“Stay down, you pathetic skiv.”
Again, Helvar tried to rise. He was fast, and prison had made him strong. Kaz cracked him hard on the jaw, then gave the pressure points at Helvar’s huge shoulders two lightning-quick jabs with the tip of his cane. The Fjerdan grunted as his arms went limp and useless at his sides.
Kaz flipped the cane in his hand and pressed the carved crow’s head against Helvar’s throat. “Move again and I’ll smash your jaw so badly you’ll be drinking your meals for the rest of your life.”
The Fjerdan stilled, his blue eyes alight with hate.
“Where is the pardon?” Helvar growled. “I saw you put it in your pocket.”
Kaz crouched down beside him and produced the folded document from a pocket that had seemed empty just a moment before. “This?”
The Fjerdan flopped his useless arms, then released a low animal growl as Kaz made the pardon vanish in thin air. It reappeared between his fingers. He turned it once, flashing the text, then ran his hand over it, and showed Helvar the seemingly blank page.