Into the Witch's Lair

Beatrix's P.O.V.

"You're coming with me," I said as I walked past Bastian in the gym. The large stack of plates dropped loudly as he released the rope he had been pulling. I didn't need to look over my shoulder to know he was following me. I could feel him. His hands shot out, grabbing my waist and pulling my body back against his as we reached the training field outside.

His deep voice echoed t