She didn’t, of course. She just wanted to make sure he knew she wasn’t as helpless as most people seemed to think. That was it. Pixie could handle herself, and she didn’t want anyone – especially someone like Bastian Black – thinking otherwise.The fight had actually been quite easy. The other girl clearly wasn’t a real fighter, her skill level far beneath what it should be. That wasn’t really a surprise, considering they’d just been taking people off the streets for these fights. As far as Pixie was concerned, Bastian was just as bad as Douglas Hatcher. Sure, he didn’t pump them full of experimental drugs in order to enhance their abilities like the General had with Tyler, but they still took people from their homes and forced them to do things they didn’t want to.Bastian led her out of the practice area and back into the hall. This time he didn’t hold onto her arm, for which she was grateful. Pixie wasn’t use to being handled by anyone, least of all men. Following behind him, they didn’t speak as he maneuvered his way through the underground passages, finally stopping outside a room.
