restroom. I find Bran standing in front of a sink, his face twisted and his fingers holding his phone in a death grip. I slip behind him and whisper in his ear, “Careful, if you glare at it hard enough, it might break.” He flinches and whirls around so fast, he nearly falls. I wrap an arm around his waist. “Easy, baby.” His wild eyes search our surroundings with tendrils of panic. “What are you doing, Nikolai?”
