The kid has the audacity to tell Bran, “Wait for me. I’m going to come back for you when I grow up.” Her mom apologizes again as she laughs and whisks the girl off before I go ahead and dump her in the lake a la serial killer. “Stop glaring, Nikolai.” “The nerve of that little shit.” I snatch the flower she gave him and throw it down. “Are you seriously swearing at a kid?”
