Bran almost wanted to laugh when the vines began to withdraw, but he kept singing until they finally became motionless and dead at her feet. A part of him knew it wasn't normal for a voice to have that kind of effect in general, never mind on a plant, but he didn't care. They were out of the way, and Ella was once again defenseless, which was all that mattered.
He was immune to begging, since his own had never accomplished anything in the past. She didn't deserve his mercy, and nothing she said would make it otherwise. "I don't like people who pretend," he said casually, abruptly switching from song to normal words. "And you, my dear, are quite the pretender." Bran ignored her attempts to claw at him, managing to roll back her jacket sleeve and finally withdraw the needle. "Now, this may sting a little, especially if you struggle." Not waiting for a response, he slowly pushed the tip of the needle into the first vein he saw and injected the sedative until the syringe was empty. Now, all he had to do was wait.