Using their son was a low move even for him. Not wasting another moment, Hermione opened the nearest window. She was halfway out of it when the bedroom door opened to admit Antonin. For a second time in recent memory, their eyes met again. She was startled to not see any of the familiar rage in his. If she didn't know him any better, she might have assumed they were filled with sadness and worry. Ridiculous notion. She really was going round the bend.