Never let it be said that Harry Dresden was bad with kids. Oh, no. It was going to be known he was absolutely terrible with them. Struggling and trying to get a grip on the kid was a lot like reeling in a big fish, and there was a reason Harry had never taken up fishing.

"Kid! Hey! Cut it out, will you? You were following me, remember?" He grunted through gasps of heavy breath. He really needed to start working out one day. "Hell's Bells, kid! I just want to talk!"