being arrested was not how jesper wanted to spend his night back in ketterdam. the wagon is too hot, stinks of foul odors and is crowded. the chains are too tight around his wrists. he knows he can bend them. hell, he’s grisha. but, he can’t afford to show that. he couldn’t.

"’let’s all go back to ketterdam,’" jesper mocks, his tone full of sarcasm.

"’it’ll be fun,’ they said. now, we’re off to hellgate." jesper grumbled. he shifted his eyes to kaz and then to you.

“hellgate.” he repeated it with emphasis, scoffing. he was completely right oblivious to the fact that kaz was having a panic attack in front of him. he continued to ramble.

“pekka’s got his grotty fingers in every part of that pie. we end up there, we’re as good as dead."