She leans in to whisper something in Bran’s ear, and he listens attentively before he whispers something back. The girl releases an exasperated sigh. “But why? You’re like a prince from the fairy tales.” “I am?” “Totally.” Okay, that’s enough. “Hey, kid.” I pull Bran up and wrap my arm around his waist. “He’s my prince. Back off.” “Nikolai!” He elbows me. “You’ll scare her. Stop it.” “Shoo.” I wave her away. “Nikolai!” “Hmph.” She hikes a hand on her hip. “When I grow up, I’m going to marry him.”
