Nina passed the book to Inej. “The driver is going to notice six more prisoners when he opens the door.” “If only I’d thought of that,” Kaz said drily. “I can tell you’ve never picked a pocket.” “And I can tell you’ve never given enough thought to your haircut.” Kaz frowned and ran a self-conscious hand along the side of his head. “There’s nothing wrong with my haircut that can’t be fixed by four million kruge.”
Nina, i must ask you to marry me again
