Draven sat in front of me, his feet on the coffee table as he smirked at me. Just as the way Ashton used to do. I gripped the arm of my chair in anger, shooting daggers at him.
‘I still have a part of Ashton inside me’ Draven’s voice spoke in my head. My eyes went wide for a moment.
‘Not telepathy’ I screamed in my head and Draven’s smirk deepened.
“We are so not playing this,” I said out loud.
“It was your mistake” He shrugged.
“Was it my mistake? Really…..” I stopped in mid sentence.
“You jerk. You asshole. You manipulating bastard. I made the mistake or did you make me do it. You made me angry on purpose so that when our elements combine you can control me. You knew all along” I screamed at his head, furious at what he had done.
“You are the queen of the great Magna. How can y
