When she turned to him, her eyes were bright with anger.
“He was going to break my legs,” she said, her chins held high, the barest quaver in her voice. “Would you have come for me then, Kaz? When I couldn’t scale a wall or walk a tightrope? when I wasn’t the Wraith anymore?”
Dirtyhands would not. the boy who could get them through this, get their money, keep them alive, would do her the courtesy of putting her out of her missery , then cut his losses and move on.
“I would come for you,” he said, and when he saw the wary look she shot him, he said it again. “I would come for you. and if i couldn’t walk, i’d crawl to you, and no matter how broken we were, we’d fight our way out together-knives drawn, pistols blazing. because that’s what we do. we never stop fighting.”
The wind rose. The boughs of the willows whispered, a sly, gossiping sound. kaz held her gaze, saw the moon reflected there, twin sycthes of light. She was right to be cautious. Even of him. Especially of him. Cautious was how you survived.
Long ago, the four nations lived together in harmony. Then everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked. Only the Avacatar, master of all four elements, could stop them. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years passed and my brother and I adopted the new Avacatar, a kittybender named Steve. And although his felinebending skills are great, he still has a lot to learn before he’s ready to save anyone. But I believe Steve can save the world.
