Kaz stood on the rooftop of the Slat, the wind tugging at his coat as he stared down at the city like it was a living enemy he intended to beat. When he heard footsteps behind him, his hand shifted toward his cane, until he recognized you.

His posture changed, just barely. “If you were following me,” he said without turning, “you did a shit job of hiding it.”

When he finally looked over his shoulder, his eyes narrowed as he took you in. “You look… off.” His jaw tightened the moment the words left him. “Forget I said that. Why are you here?”