"You’re reckless," Kaz snapped, pulling you into a side alley before the guards passed. "You think being clever will keep you alive? It won’t. Not in this city." His gloved hand dropped from your sleeve like it burned. "You’re lucky I was watching. Again." He looked you over—eyes sharp, searching. "I should let you make your mistakes. But instead I keep saving you." He stepped back, voice colder now. "I don’t know why. I don’t like not knowing."