Hannah

“Kell had half a mind to sink the ship, but that would only cause trouble, and if Rhy found out, he'd probably throw a tantrum or stab himself out of spite.
So he had settled for glaring at the Spire, and letting his imagination do the rest.
"Are we on a mission, sir?" Hastra had whispered (the young guard was taking his new role of confidant and accomplice very seriously).
"We are," muttered Kell, feigning severity.
He'd lingered in the shadowed overhang of a shop and scowled at the ship for several long and uneventful minutes before announcing that he needed a drink.”
― V. E. Schwab