Chapter 13 The Swing [Kristoff]

• We stay a while in traffic without much conversation afterwards. Titania sits, rigid, as my hands roam over her knees, squeezing her inner thighs, my eyes on her face, testing her. She shuts her eyes, holding her breath, clenching and unclenching her fists. A car hoots behind us and I rev up the engine, meandering down the road, Bloom's Bazaar's familiar tower looming straight up ahead, causing my stomach to churn with fright.
• My fear comes alive and I almost turn back, but something stops me. I don't know what it is, but I'm sure it's not just Titania. It's something nagging at the back of my mind, urging me to keep driving and don't stop, and I don't try to argue with it. My knuckles turn white as I grip the steering wheel harder, whirling past black, huge gated mansions spread farther and farther out as I approached Bloom Bazaar. Titania's eyes sift across the road, attentive. I get a feeling she's trying to figure out where exactly we are, or perhaps, memorising the road.
• Maybe she's hoping she'll have a chance to run. I feel so sorry for her naivety. She has no idea how secure she'll be when we get to Bloom Bazaar. Not a single second will I let her out of my sight.