Not Your Toy

Beatrix's P.O.V.

Bastian had sat in the corner of the room, watching me for hours. Only this time, it didn't bother me. I forced myself not to think about him even though I could feel him.

I was so focused for a while that I forgot he was even there until he stood up, making me jump. I glanced over my shoulder, watching as he moved with purpose to the door before pausing and turning back to me.