Titania
“You don’t venture into the beast’s lair unarmed, Titania,”
“You won’t hurt me.”
Drawing the door shut, I stand still for a few minutes, letting my eyes adjust to the calming darkness. Kristoff stands butt-naked right in front of me, rummaging through the numerous files on his table for something. I take a step forward, just in time to catch him slipping a pill into his mouth — his blue eyes shimmering as he chews slowly.
“You do drugs too?” I ask incredulously, setting the milk packet on the corner of the huge mahogany desk. He grunts and then turns away from me fully.
“I’m a mafia don, Titania. Don’t forget that.”
“Yes. But…”
“You shouldn’t be out of bed by this time. It’s late. Get going now,” he shoos me like I’m some bug.
I take another step forward t
