I was just about to move it back when one arm wound round my waist like a steel band and I felt myself being raised up. Draven was lifting me up the few steps as though I weighed no more than a kitten. I was about to start protesting at being carried at his side like a small child and say that enough was enough but in the end I didn’t need to. I heard the whoosh of material being moved back and with two more steps I felt Draven stop next to me. “Dom my friend, how long as it been?” A laidback and gentle voice spoke, taking the tense fear from my situation. Before Draven answered him he came to stand in front of me and raised his hands to lower my hood back. I looked warily up at him and saw that the short distance through the club had taken its toll on his features. He looked tired and tense with worry. Little lines had formed around his eyes that matched the ones on his forehead from where he was still frowning. I knew it wasn’t directed at me because as soon as I smiled up at him he let his eyes turn back from their angry purple to their softer black.
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