บททั้งหมดของ Till Death Do Us Apart: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

“Seems you’re out of luck tonight Gilbert, see you next time.”“Yeah whatever,” Professor McCall slams the cards in his hand on the poker table, shoving the casino coins towards the other man who’s having a laugh off.“Fucking hell. I really thought I had the bastard “ he grumbles to himself as he walks out of the private gambling room of the Papel Casino, stepping out onto the underground car park. He takes his phone out and checks the life CCTV footage of the lab and he clenches his fist, his chest tightening with annoyance.“This stupid girl is going to fucking get me killed,” he mumbles to himself through gritted teeth. “I might have to use other measures to get her in line.”He jumps into the back of his car. “To my office,” he says not raising his head up from the footage.“Put in your seatbelt sir, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”The sound of Royce’s voice makes his heart stop beating for a slight second. His eyes widen, fear palpable in them as Royce’s face becomes clearer i

“Hey Miss, you okay?” One of the men says to Raven as she enters the corridors leading to the restroom. Raven doesn’t reply, her vision becoming even more blurry, her hearing difficult. Whatever the man is saying is none of her business, her head is throbbing. Hard. Her heart pounds as realisation slowly starts to dawn on her. Was her drink spiked? It is the only thing she has taken in the last hour. Or is she having an allergic reaction to something inside the drink, making her feel this way? “Miss! Are you okay? You look out of it,” The man persists, doubling his steps to catch up with her and he pulls her back by her hand. Raven yanks her hand from him. In her head, she did it with a lot of force, but in reality, her hands barely moved from the man’s hold. The throbbing in her head is intensifying and her limbs are growing weaker, her eyelids shutting and opening on their own. “Relax, you look like you’re going to pass out, let me help,” the guy replies, his gaze sinister and

Silence follows. No response from the other side of the door for a few seconds. Raven’s gaze is fully fixed on the door, like she can see Draco behind it, her chest rising and falling slowly in anticipation and then she hears the sound of his receding footsteps. Her heart clenches painfully, a wave of air forcing its way down her throat and pushing tears up her eyes. She sucks in a sharp breath, pushing the tears back before they can pool in her eyes and fall. She’s had enough of this. Enough of this unexplainable treatment from him. He’s the one who broke her heart, the one who rejected her after all the promises he made to her, the one who gave her everything only to leave her with nothing. He’s the one who left her, died or faked his death or whatever he did. All she wants is some answers, some fucking closure, she deserves it. She’s not letting him throw her off so easily this time around. She moves swiftly, a pep of rage in her movement, feeling pain course through every

Royce pushes the door open, his eyes quickly darting through the room quickly before landing on Raven laying on her bed. “You’ve been out of reach,” He asks, frowning, watching her calculatingly. Raven replies, “how did you find out where I live? I don’t remember telling you,” her voice is cautious but Royce doesn’t miss the air of irritation in it either. He grunts, feeling his wolf’s agitation bleed into him. Last night, he had shadowed Raven to the dance to see if he could find any hint on this mysterious friend she seems to be hiding when his wolf suddenly started whimpering, filled with rage and ready to massacre. Its mate was in pain and his wolf was desperate to save her but by the time he followed Raven’s scent to the dance, she was gone and then he couldn’t sense her all night at all up until a few hours ago. “Where were you last night?” “School function.” “After that?” He inches closer, keeping his eyes on her. “Is something wr—“ Raven winces, pursing her lips and

Raven cannot hear the sound of the reporter because of how low the volume of the TV is and she quickly scrambles for the remote, turning the volume up just as they put a graphic picture of the three students that died on the news channel. Raven’s heart skips. The boys all have the same pattern after death as Craig and Draco, traces of purple blood coming out of their lips. This can only mean one thing, these boys also overdosed on that fever drug. “These damn kids,” she hears professor McCall mutter as he leaves the lab, “they never learn.” On the news channel, there is a panel discussing a drug pandemic that is taking over the school and no one seems to be doing anything about it. Raven sighs, looking at her splayed out apparatus. If her hunch is right and something stolen during the robbery had something to do with this deadly drug, then she has to do something about it. The strain of wolfsbane found from that autopsy matches the exact one that she uses in her experiment. If s