“So? Deal with them!”

The Dregs were a notorious gang. But they weren’t the kind to house… strays.

Kaz was stood around a table with his Crows, and splayed out, unconscious, was what couldn’t only be described as a street rat.

The others had found them stealing goods from the merchants. They were a Grisha… apparently. So of course, they’d seen potential. Nina had knocked them out and Jesper had hauled them to the Crow Club.

Now he was stuck with another stray.