Crooked Kingdom: Book 2 (Six of Crows)

“You’d be surprised at what a man will do to avoid paying taxes.”

There’s no time to constantly be apologizing for existing. But when someone does wrong, when we make mistakes, we don’t say we’re sorry. We promise to make amends.

She would fight for him, but she could not heal him. She would not waste her life trying.

Kaz stood upon his pulpit, wounded, bruised, and ready to preach.

And Inej was wrong about one thing. He knew exactly what he intended to leave behind when he was gone.

Damage.

“You don’t ask for forgiveness, Kaz. You earn it.”

Before he even knew what he intended, he lowered his head. She drew in a sharp breath. His lips hovered just above the warm juncture between her shoulder and the column of her neck. He waited. Tell me to stop. Push me away.

She exhaled. “Go on,” she repeated. Finish the story.

She had helped him. And she’d nearly destroyed him. Maybe he should let her finish the job.

I use our haul to build an empire.”

“And after that?”

“Who knows? Maybe I’ll burn it to the ground.”

And did any of that really matter when Wylan was looking at him like that—