But then the angle shifted. Leo had a remote in his hand. He pressed a button, and the chains began to slowly twist, rotating the swing in a lazy spiral while it continued its arc. The city spun. The mirrors multiplied her reflection a dozen times, a dozen Mias, all of them dizzy, all of them his.

It was higher off the ground than she expected. Her feet dangled. The leather was cool against the backs of her thighs. Leo stood, walked behind her, and pushed. Gently at first.

She left without looking back.