Chapter 5

“No wait!”

Raven’s hand slips from Mouse’s hold, pain, confusion and disbelief sacking her hard. The man in front of her is Draco, the same man who she was once his jewel but now he’s treating her like trash, like he doesn’t care, like he doesn’t know her.

There’s no way she’s leaving without getting an answer. Not a day has passed since his supposed death that she hasn’t lived in grief.

Many mornings where she found it difficult to get up from her bed, many more nights that she cried herself to sleep dressed in his oversized clothes just to feel close to him.

So many times she contemplated ending her own life for a chance to be with him as life was suddenly no longer worth living.

Her obsession with creating a vaccine to prevent werewolves from ever getting harmed by wolfsbane, leading to many sleepless nights is all because of him, because she wanted his death to mean something and here he is, in front of her, treating her with such scorn?

“Why are you doing this Draco? Talk to me, how are you alive?” Her heart clenches as she speaks, tears roll down her eyes freely, the pain she feels is gruesome, heavy.

“I think you have the wrong person, young lady. This is Rex, not Dra whatever, now leave and stop being a nuisance before I add you to my pet collection,” the lady beside Draco quips at her, lifting her hand up and a blue aura shimmers in her palm, her eyes flashing with the same color.

Raven’s eyes are fixed on Draco’s eyes and she cannot see any emotion in them, none whatsoever. He just looks at her like what he wants her to believe that she is, a total stranger.

“Say something….” Raven’s heart breaks even further as the words spill out of her lips, “I mourned you…I still do, what’s going on? Tell me I’m not crazy, tell me I’m not dreaming.”

“You’re wide awake, just delusional. I have no idea who this Draco is,” Draco sneers, giving Mouse a death stare, “do I need to repeat myself?”

“Alright, that’s it, you’re out,” Mouse lunges for her and grabs her arm, yanking her forward but in an unexpected move, she pulls back and drives her boots up into his crotch, making him groan in pain and he lets her go.

The other guy snaps up to his feet but a low growl from Draco makes him halt.

“If Mouse can’t handle this puny thing, then maybe his muscles are useless,” he spits coldly but when he looks at Raven, she catches a look in his eyes, one that gleans through rather quickly but it’s the same one he always had in his eyes when he would teach her self defense tactics and she would pull it off flawlessly.

This particular one was straight out of his classroom as well. In his particular words: ‘no matter how strong a man is, his balls will always weaken him.’

Mouse grunts, straightening himself, his eyes dangerously glaring at Raven. She darts her eyes left and right, grabs a bottle from the table and smashes it.

Mouse is unperturbed by it, about to reach her when she backs up and places the sharp edge of the broken bottle against her neck.

“Why are you doing this? Why did you do all of it? Talk to me Draco, please…if you don’t, then I’m going to hurt myself, please….” She sobs bitterly, her chest rising and falling slowly, trickles of tears running down her eyes.

Mouse looks at Draco sharply, waiting for his orders and so does the rest of the group.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Do it already so we can get back to our fun,” Draco quips and nonchalantly looks away from her, filling his glass from the bottle of tequila in front of him.

A thick lump slowly forces its way down Raven’s throat. For a moment she wonders if she’s wrong about this man’s identity but there’s no way she can be.

She closes her eyes and slowly presses the bottle against her neck, wincing as it pricks her flesh when she feels a hand grab her hand and pull it back.

Her eyes fly open and it's Draco. She heaves a sigh of relief, “I knew it was you,” she mutters.

“It’s not me, I’m not Draco,” he yanks the bottle from her grip, eyes like steel, voice like ice, “you’re just taking so much time to plunge this into your throat that by the time you do, we’d all already be too bored to continue enjoying ourselves.”

He tosses the bottle to Mouse and turns back to face her, “Look here, I don’t fucking know who you are or why you think I’m someone I’m not and I honestly couldn’t give a fuck what your reasons are either but if you ever bother me like this again, I’ll make sure I do you the favour of splitting your throat open myself since you’re so eager to die. Now the get the fuck out of here.”