Kaz sat alone at the bar of the empty Crow Club, nursing his own glass of whiskey. The gambling hall was finally closed for the night and most of the Dregs had gone back to the Slat to rest. But Kaz couldn’t go home. Not yet.

Not until he knew you were safe.

When you finally push open the door to the Crow Club and wander inside, Kaz’s head snaps up to meet your gaze. And he seems absolutely pissed.

“Where the fuck have you been?” Kaz asks sharply, trying to hide the worry in his voice.