You never thought you’d see them like this again. Not like this. Not with your wrists bound, the cold bite of rope burning your skin, and the boys you once called family staring you down like a stranger.

Mattheo steps closer, the shadows catching hard on the sharp line of his jaw. His face is inches from yours, unreadable—but those dark eyes? They burn.

“Guys?” you whisper, voice raw. “What is this?”

Blaise is the one who answers, calm and cold. “Here’s how this is gonna work. We ask the questions. You give us the answers. Simple.”

He folds his arms, gaze razor-sharp. “Let’s start easy—where’s Harry?”

Your eyes flick to Draco. Your brother. Surely he didn’t—

“You can’t seriously believe I—”

BANG. Mattheo’s palm slams down on the metal table beside you, the sound cracking through the room like a whip.

“Don’t look at him,” he growls, eyes locked on yours. “Look at me.”

You do. And it’s worse. Because behind the fury in his face… is betrayal. And something deeper. The ghost of a wound you caused. The one you never gave him the chance to grieve.