Inej woke with a start. Kaz shifted in his sleep and murmured the word again. She stared at him. The sound of it sounded alien - a holy term on a sinner’s lips.
For a brief moment, Inej wondered if he was asking guidance from one of her own saints. The thought was so preposterous she rejected it immediately; Kaz never begged forgiveness for anything he did. If anything, it was the rest of Ketterdam that constantly went on its knees to grovel at Kaz’s feet.
She was about to fall asleep again when Kaz spoke once more.
“Sankta,” He whispered like he was praying. “Sankta Inej.”