Viggo smiles at me slowly, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Uh-oh. You didn’t know, did you?” “Didn’t know what?” His smile widens, and he leans in. “Once you swap a secret with a Bergman, you’re bonded to them for life. We’re friends now, Lulaloo. Like it or not.” “I do not like. I unlike. Unsubscribe. Unfollow.”
