Ray's eyes landed on who was standing before his father like a punished slave. Wanting to simply stroll up and mind his business, the corner of his left eye caught the person's face and he immediately realized , this punished slave was Lorna. For some seconds, goosebumps rained all over him, seeing her tears, the fear in her glittery eyes, the way she was breathing and sniffing. He walked over to the centre , where they all stood and glared at Draco. Having heard the last statement he made to Lorna, he moved some steps closer to Draco. "I dare you to touch her one more time, Draco and see if I won't spit paint your entire face, " he gritted . The living room grew silent for up to a minute, the place became tense as Draco walked a few steps close to Ray. This time, they were just two inches apart. Rubbing his fingertips, he gave a one-sided smile and almost whispered; "Spit painting? That's ridiculous, Ray Wyatt. I wouldn't argue with you over a girl I
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