Axel
By afternoon, the whole compound was buzzing with nervous energy. Word had spread about the witch meeting. People were scared.
I found Calla in the training yard, working out her frustration on a heavy bag. She was throwing punches with more force than technique.
"You're going to hurt yourself," I said, walking over.
"I'm fine."
"Your form is all wrong."
"Then fix it."
I moved behind her, adjusting her stance. My hands on her hips, guiding her movement.
"Like this," I said, helping her throw a proper hook.
She leaned back against me. I could smell her shampoo, her skin, the faint scent of arousal that always drove me crazy.
"Better?" she asked.
"Much better."
We weren't talking about punching anymore.
"Axel," she said softly.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure about tonight? About b
