Draco storms out of the bar with his hands tightened in a fist to restrain his anger.
He barely manages to hold it in, slamming his fist on the nearest surface, which happens to be the windscreen of a car.
He pays no mind to the warm fluid dripping down his arm as he repeatedly punches the screen.
By the time he finally breathes, he steps back from the car, realising in horror what he has done.
The whole glass is cracked, caving in on the side with a fist-sized hole.
He knows without a doubt that would have been Royce's face if he had stayed a second longer in that bar.
It had taken everything within him not to lose it right there after the way he spoke about Raven.
How dare that bastard?
Saying such nonsense about his Raven, and claiming her as his mate?
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