20
Stir
“What is wrong with you, Saroo?”
I was filled with rage despite the fact I was staring down at a small child. Much like his father and sister, Saroo had dark skin, white-blonde hair, and usually an air of regal grace. But not right now and not very often. It pained me to feel that way, but two of my favorite people in the world — Auntie Erica and Uncle Akira — had somehow managed to spawn a pint-sized narcissist.
Saroo laughed in my face. “I didn’t do anything, cousin Elena. Leo is just being a whiney baby.”
His cocky demeanor was downright infuriating. I grabbed him by the collar. “What did you say?”
“Let me go, you b***h!”
My jaw almost fell to the floor and I let go simply out of shock. “How do you even know that word?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” With one quick motion,
