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Vandora said trying to keep her cool. "I've been destined to be with her," Vador coughed."You don't scare me," Vandora was distracted by Vador so she didn't notice Ava collecting a bucket of crystal from Marcus. Crystals are known for turning a dark witch in her true form into dust immediately it touches her skin.Jadis wasn't in the room at the moment. "Now tell me,cause I'm dead ass about how you made Vador fall for you," "Say that again," Ava smirked.

But as soon as the light came on…I realized that I had finally found exactly what I had been looking for. Draco’s office. The room was quite large for an office and there was a set of brown leather couches right in the centre with a coffee table in the middle. There were several glass cabinets on all three walls opposite to me and the large desk was to my right, towards the center of the room, with a large leather chair behind it. There was also a large window on the opposite wall, but thankfully, it was covered with blackout curtains, so that the light from inside didn’t reach outside the room…which I was incredibly thankful for.

Lee says. I carefully sit on the side of the bed and pull down the sheets. "Fuck me. Do you see that, Lee?" I ask. She is only wearing a Hogwarts t-shirt. It's a Slytherin one with Draco Malfoy on it. "She is a big fan of bad boys." Lee laughs. "No! She is mine! She should be a fan of us, not him!" I snap at Lee furiously. "Ok, man. Lee replies, backing off. "I want to touch her. Fuck, look at her panties. They are see-through, black, sheer as fuck." I said, feeling myself getting excited.

He rasped, making the toddler's mouth open wide in oh. "Yeah, oh," He said. "Bwut Fina loves Finn because Finn is a gwood boy," He said, making Draco sigh as he leaned back on his chair staring at the ceiling. Both of them were stubborn as hell. "Fina said you've beawutiful eyes," The kid said and within a second Draco sat up straight. He didn't say anything because he didn't want to distract the kid from the main topic. "She likes your twattus, I dwon't know what that is," The kid said, making a thinking face.

I questioned Draco when he merely replied one word “Saltus” “Saltus?” I questioned him and Draco hummed in response and added “Forest Dragon …..…” Now I understood everything that was going on here, I was lost in my own thought when suddenly old painting on wall fall down with ‘BIG Thud’ confidently at same instant one of guard solider shook violently, we all turned to see him

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.

Draco was sitting on my bed. Drunk. Silent. His bare chest gleamed under the dim light, covered in faint scars. His slacks hung low on his hips. His hair was tousled, eyes bloodshot. A half-empty bottle of scotch sat beside him on the floor. He looked up at me slowly. And smiled. But it wasn’t the charming, smug grin he usually wore. This one was cold. Tired. Mad. “How the fuck did he get in here…” I whispered, backing toward the bathroom, but it was already too late.

“Please, please do sit down,” Drago said politely, ushering Adrian to bring two chairs. Drago Caracas’ office was exceptional. The immaculate black tiles on the floor sparkled as a single golden crystal chandelier hung from the high ceiling. The fine detail from the carpet leading up to the office was reflected in the blood-red wallpaper, with the swords and shields projecting danger into the room. Two magnificent sculptures lay either side of Drago’s broad glass desk, probably symbolising his beliefs and values, no matter how inhumane they were. A raging dragon was to the right whilst to the left, a menacing black lion watched on with a stone cold expression. More photos of Drago Caracas hu

What if she doesn’t want to be Queen or them Kings? Draco was a formidable thirty-nine-foot silver dragon. Silver denoted Mystics. Their eyes were the color of gemstones. The color represented the primary element that they drew their power from. Draco’s eyes were an electric blue because he drew his power from water. One might think that fire would be the most powerful element, but it was not. Water was because there were water molecules in the air that could be used as an extensive power source. Also, when there was no other way to fight, the water could be harnessed.

She messed with it occasionally, scowling as it tangled in her curls. Dain, on the other hand, seemed wholly at home in his dark dress shirt and slacks. His crown was perched atop his brow and was made of some kind of strange metal that resembled a night sky. Each razor-sharp point was topped with a gemstone star. Just as I took the seat next to Orion, Draco entered. He was freshly changed, his frosted hair now brushed and hanging down his back. Our eyes locked instantly, and a flood of warmth spread throughout my insides. It was insane to think that I’d missed him during our short time apart, but I had. I’d missed him and Azrael so damn much I could still feel the lingering ache in my chest