Chapter 6

Draco raised his head, looking at Thomas with a slight frown on his face, wondering why he could perceive rage from him. He doubted he had met him before or had done anything to offend the man during his stay at the inn.

“How may I help you?” He asked.

Thomas snorted, ignoring the whispers of his name by his friends. “You made a mistake, stranger. I am the one who needs to help you,” he growled at Draco.

His friends groaned and sat back in their chairs, shuddering at the commotion about to ensue. They knew how easily Thomas got angry and also knew that voice he had just used. He had gone over the edge. 

Tim groaned as he stared at his friend about to make a fool of himself; he should have gotten him out of the inn when he saw that he was jealous of Mia’s fondness for Draco. 

Draco’s lips curled in distaste. “I don’t think I need your help.” He made to stand up.

Thomas pushed him with a finger, and Draco hissed as he went down. His eyes d