The laughter sent chills down her spine, and it warned her that this woman was as dangerous as instinct told her that she was. She edged a touch closer to the Beast's side, closer to warmth and safety and away from the chill of that sharp-sweet laugh.
"I care for him," she said with a tilt of her chin. The movement dared the woman to try to argue with her on the matter. "He is kind and brave," she added, thinking back to the incident with Vlad and then later, his behavior in the apartment.
She didn't ask what her Beast had done to the witch, because nothing warranted what the woman had done to him.