Chapter 7 Angry Belle [Titania]

• Outside, I rub my chilly arms while waiting for Kristoff's orders. He barks a command to Peter and a few minutes later, I hear an engine running. Someone wraps a thick, black coat around me, the smell of aftershave filling my nostrils. Kristoff's husky voice sounds so dangerously low, as his cool breath washes over my earlobe. “We'll be home soon.”
• I hear the car engine die down, yelping as I'm being lifted off the ground, over a strong shoulder. The blindfold falters slightly, enabling me to catch a glimpse of the muddy puddle directly underneath my head. I grip Kristoff's rough forearm instinctively, trying to find a comfortable balance. Car doors pull open and I'm hoisted onto a plush, leather seat and pushed to the extreme, Kristoff coming in after me and the door slamming shut. I take a deep breath and breathe in the mix of new leather and Kristoff's aftershave. There's no doubt about it. We're in his car.
• “Will you at least tell me where you kept my uncle? I'm scared.” I blurt, not projecting my fear in my tone.