@infamouscabal | (continued from x)
The streets of Ketterdam– or rather, the barrel–were no place for an officer of the Law. But Wallace was rarely on the right side of anything, let alone the law.
And so he had not cried out for help when this barrel-rat skimmed his ribs with one of her pigstickers. He merely grunted; tightening his grip and twisting her wrist.
“Well if it isn’t the itsy-bitsy spider,” He growled, checking the spot where she had stabbed him with his other hand– all while grinding his knee into her back in an effort to hold her still. His fingers came away wet with blood, but the wound seemed superficial.
“Tante Heleen sent me, so quit squirming!”
The problem with the Law was that it simply did not obey itself. There was perhaps a time in Inej’s life that she might have willingly complied--might have believed in the word of the Law and those who served it, because they symbolized the greater good. Inej was not that girl anymore. There were very few things she found herself believing in--herself, and her Saints.
And Kaz. But that was...something else entirely.
She only just barely stemmed the hiss of pain as his boney knee ground into her spine, panic threatening to grip her tighter than his hand at her wrist--many men had their hands in Tante Heleen’s pockets. It didn’t surprise her that she would send some halfwit officer to run her errands for her; but if he thought Inej would come willingly...well. She was glad to show him more of her, ah, pigstickers.
"Release me,” She hissed, “I have no business with Tante Heleen and I won’t be going with you.”
