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"You're here now," I said. "Yes." She looked up. "I'm here now." We sat with that. Then she said, very quietly, "Can I tell you something? About Draco?" I looked at her. "He talks about you," she said. "When he doesn't know he's doing it. In the car, coming here, he mentioned things about you. Small things. The way you went straight to the floor when you were upset instead of the bed, because the floor was honest. The way you filed things away. The way you held his gaze at the auction when everyone else dropped theirs." She paused. "He'd collected them. These small things. Like someone who had been paying very close attention for a long time and had nowhere to put what they noticed."

The idea of her knowing some of the personal things I've done or thought, made me blush a little. "What are you mind linking? Is it about my dad?" Draco snapped. I shot my head around with a hiss. He jumped back. "Fuck, you're a vampire too? What the hell are you?" He demanded an answer with a little more dominance in his voice than I cared for. I tilted my head to the side when I saw a flame flash in his dark brown eyes. "What?" Lorena asked me in concern, before pulling Draco's face towards her. "Crap. Draco, you're a Dragon!"

Zohan responded "You...Cowards!" Draco grunts and shockingly looked at Henry and Richard. "Draco this is your end, devilish end!" Richard exclaimed "Dad...dad...No!" Dyna crouched near Draco, drenched in tears. "Dad..., please admit your sins, please let your soul to release peacefully," "what are you saying, Dyna?" Lucifer scowls. "Yes,... he is our dad... who destroyed many kingdoms, killed many innocent wizards and their families in his life."

Draco continued his pacing without answering. “Draco!” Mitch growled. “WHAT. IS. IT?” Draco stopped, startled like he was just knowing that Mitch was in the room. He turned and looked at Mitch. “I need a fucking drink.” He muttered and that only alarmed Mitch even more. For one, Draco was always calmheaded and he never cursed, and he never drank any earlier than 11 a.m. “No drinks,” Mitch ordered. Draco sighed and collapsed on a couch. “Are you going to tell me what if=s going on? Or are you going to continue being a trainwreck?”

DRACO Draco's forehead creased as he shifted his attention from the laptop when he heard voices coming from downstairs, outside the room. "Miss!" "Miss Laura!" the voices called. If Draco wasn't mistaken, the voices belonged to children outside. His expression remained unchanged as he stood up from his seat to peek and see what was happening downstairs, wondering why he could hear children's voices. Well, Draco knew that there were children living in Miller Estate, the children of the Estate workers. Even before he set his revenge plan in motion against Laura's father, he was already aware of them.

But due to the appearance of the lady boss, I had thought Draco was changing, but it seems he was still the feared devil in the underworld. I could already hear the heart wrenching screams as soon as we got out of the elevator and entered the corridor, making our way to the room at the end of the hallway. The pungent smell of blood and sweat and rotten body parts due to wounds on some of the prisoners that were left untreated filled our nostrils, but Draco seemed unfazed as he took calculated and controlled steps towards the door. Draco made his way to the huge chair that was reserved for him anytime he came around to watch and sat down like a king. Only that he looked like the king of hell.

“How is she? Does she seem better?” The maid nodded again. “Yes, Sir. She looks much better now. Her face is still pale, but there’s a bit of light in her eyes.” Draco paused for a moment. “I’ll go see her.” “Of course, Sir.” The maid bowed her head, allowing Draco to leave. In the bedroom, Draco saw Luna struggling to reach a glass of water on the nightstand. It was just out of reach, and she nearly fell, but Draco quickly caught her with his left arm—his right hand grabbing the glass of water.

Jem raises an eyebrow at me watching in the rear-view mirror. "Draco Malfoy is not just some guy." I snap at him my eyes still glued on the flurry creature wiggling in my lap. "No, he's a bully." Hunter drawls his gaze glued on the world outside the window. He's clearly pissed at me for running, but what did he expect. I've been clear that I have no intentions of staying in their house. It shouldn't really come as a surprise that when an opportunity to get out of there walked through the front door, I took it.He's the result of his surroundings and parents. Draco's the boy without a choice. Just because Harry's backstory is tragic and he came out the hero doesn't mean that others, like the c

Felix and Suzie were instantly forgotten. "Shit! Come on! We need to go greet him!" Draco barked. There was no way he was going to keep a big shot like Yadiel waiting. In Notura City's underground world, guys like Draco were not even fit to shine his shoes. But before he could take more than a few steps, the office door swung open.

I purred. Her eyes lit up, "Caden you know just what makes me happy. I'll be quick," she says making her way toward the pack house and I couldn't help but smile. As I made my way out of the crowd to a quieter section near the edge of the ceremony grounds, my eyes caught what was unbelievable. I saw Tyrion, Alpha Bastian's son, on his knees behind a cluster of bushes. His head was bobbing rhythmically as he eagerly worked his mouth over the hard length of a boy from what looked like Firstfell pack.