Semua Bab Till Death Do Us Apart: Bab 31 - Bab 40

As soon as Raven leaves, McCall hurriedly slaps on a hand glove and a nose mask to begin the filtration process. He had been monitoring Raven through the CCTV cameras all day, knowing she would soon get to this stage of the experiment. This wolfsbane extract which Raven regards as waste is the byproduct he mixed with his meth product and put through a refining stage to create the new drug that Royce desperately wants, enough to kidnap his daughter. Before Raven came in, he had added more of it to the solution so he can have a larger quantity of the byproduct and be able to create more of the drug but it still won’t be enough, sooner than later, Royce would need more. He needs a more stable plan to keep getting this byproduct consistently. It’s why he tried to have Raven kidnapped, he would hide under the guise of the same people who had done the robbery for him and make them force her to experiment day and night to get him the byproduct as much as he needed but somehow she got away

Draco walks up to the podium, dressed in black denim pants and a black top with a black leather jacket over it, his eyes covered with dark shades, every step of his oozes dominance and commands attention. Raven loses track of his opening remark, admiring how tall, fine and gallant he is. In the years that have passed, whatever happened to him shaped him into a man far from the boy she knew. Draco was always a cute guy but now he’s drop dead hot and se— “I’ll hide drugs in my pants just so he can find it,” the squeal of a lady beside her reaches her ears, interrupting her thoughts and she instinctively sneers at the lady. “Goddess….imagine being cuffed by him for being a bad girl, so hot..” the lady’s partner fans herself in a coquettish manner, her voice carrying the same tone. Raven looks away from them, shifting uncomfortably in her seat as they tattle on about all the things they’ll do to get Draco’s attention. She scoffs to herself. Why is she even getting jealous? It’s not

She pauses, her heart pounding slowly. She missed Draco everyday when she thought he was dead but now, she’s confused about how she feels, all she knows is there is a yearning there still. Swallowing a breath of air, she answers quietly, “Sometimes.” Royce clears his throat across from her, slowly reaching out his hands to hold hers, his eyes glazing with a soft passionate look as they stare deep into hers, his touch full of warmth. “Listen, I am not trying to replace Draco or take his place in your life. He is your first love and I know that what you had was special. But all I ask is that you keep an open mind about me and give me a chance to be your mate, to make you happy,” he expresses earnestly. Her gaze softens at his words. She never expected him to be so tender and understanding, he’s far from the Royce she knew. Well, it’s not like she knew him that well but about giving him a chance, she can feel a strong surge of uncomfortability welling up in her, it’s just so hard to p

The atmosphere becomes stilted almost immediately. Raven glances at the two men expectantly, but they continue to avoid her eyes. It becomes apparent that neither of them is willing to answer her. She wonders what about Rex's background makes it impossible for them to talk about it . Except she was right all along and Rex was Draco, which would mean that something terrible must have happened. Or perhaps, Rex could have warned them against it. That sounds plausible, given how secretive and intimidating the man is. “Oh? Is that a forbidden topic?” she asks, hoping that they would at least give her a hint or… something. It is Mighty who finally replies, “Yes, we are not allowed to talk about the bossman, or Clara,” he says with a mocking tone and a hint of something like amusement. Like an inside joke that's supposed to make her laugh. But she doesn’t, she is not inside the joke. Instead, his words deflate Raven quickly. She realises that she would not be able to get anything ou

Raven follows the trail of blood, from the small spots to an even bigger one, until it disappears entirely. “Whose blood is this?” she asks into the hollow apartment. She takes a glance around her and lets out a short gasp, her heart rate picking up at the sight of the wrecked apartment. It’s a mess, tears in the furniture, scratch marks. There’s an upturned sofa at the other side of the room, the coffee table is broken with shards of glass surrounding it. It’s obvious there’s been a ruckus here, everything is a mess. “Scott?” she calls out into the eerie silence, holding on to the slight hope that maybe, just maybe, her suspicion is false and he is still in the apartment somewhere but the only thing she hears in return is silence and the crunch of broken glass under her sneakers as she moves through the room. “Scott!” She searches through the apartment, yelling his name at every turn. “What happened here?” She quizzes herself, fear for Scott overwhelming her. If that blood is h