ALLISON'S POV
Draco.
When I first saw him, it was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. My lungs seized, my chest tightened, and for one terrifying moment, I thought I might faint. Draco. His name echoed in my mind, louder than the music, louder than the chatter and laughter coming from the ballroom.
I couldn’t believe it. He was here.
A cold shiver ran down my spine, and the world around me seemed to blur and warp. My fingers trembled as I clutched the wall for support. All I could see was him—his tall frame, the familiar cruelty in his eyes.
The memories came rushing back.
His laughter echoed in my mind, dark and mocking, as he tore into me with his words. I remembered how he would humiliate and belittle me. I remembered the way his hand had gripped my wrist too tightly
