Kaz wasn’t at the wharf at sunset. Inej lingered for only a moment—a moment that was long enough to feel like several to her, but only seconds to an onlooker—before she turned her back on Ketterdam and boarded her ship. And when she was on the deck and ready to give an order to Specht, Kaz limped from the captain’s quarters with his black crow cane in hand and regarded her with an expectant arch of his brow.