“Lotus flower…? What are you doing here?” His voice is craggy, a bit slurred, barely understandable. Bran reluctantly releases his hair. Then he pulls out a knife from his waistband and starts cutting at Nikolai’s bindings. “You’re the one who came into my house. You just couldn’t stay away?” A lopsided grin lifts Nikolai’s lips. “How else would I see you so adorably worried about me?” “I am not worried about you and don’t fucking call me adorable again.” “Wow. The posh boy can curse.” “Shut it or I’ll leave you to my brother’s and cousins’ nonexistent mercy.”
