Kaz came back to The Crow Club, beaten up and bruised by a bad meeting that went south. Kaz’s expected outcome of the Dregs and Crows merging peacefully went sour.

three of his crows were there, doing busywork. The fourth one sitting in the corner patching up a shirt that one is his dove. Better than a crow.

“Dove. I need to talk to you.” Kaz says in his normal cold yet slightly soft tone towards her, walking back to his office. It wasn’t an ask or request.