"Yes," Louis answers. Levered half over the console, hand on the driver's seat. And then, abruptly, "Turn here."
Courting more honking, inconsequential unless someone hits Daniel's car.
There is a brittle quality in Louis' body, tension wound so tight. Bracing, bracing, bracing. Uncertain if they are in pursuit or if they are honing in on a kidnapping. Maybe some echo of that refracts to Lestat, this anticipation of pain Louis carries with him as he and Daniel approach.
But he can feel Lestat. Something chilly, a kind of apprehension. Louis uses it as a guide, all the way to the point where they will inevitably need to exit the car.
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Courting more honking, inconsequential unless someone hits Daniel's car.
There is a brittle quality in Louis' body, tension wound so tight. Bracing, bracing, bracing. Uncertain if they are in pursuit or if they are honing in on a kidnapping. Maybe some echo of that refracts to Lestat, this anticipation of pain Louis carries with him as he and Daniel approach.
But he can feel Lestat. Something chilly, a kind of apprehension. Louis uses it as a guide, all the way to the point where they will inevitably need to exit the car.