Why were her hands so hot?  She rubbed them along her trousers again, and she could feel the heat radiating off of them.  It was as if they were on fire, only it didn't hurt, and her rage grew as Draco didn't answer.  She supposed it didn't matter whether Lucius wanted money or favors.  She turned away and wondered how her eyes could betray her by stinging with tears like this.  She'd trusted him.  She'd done more than that, and the whole time he'd had this barren room where she wasn't allowed, this Bluebeard's lair where he was researching how to betray her.