Walking forward she stopped at the foot of his throne and turned her hand over, offering up the cursed heirloom for him to take. Instead, he reached up and grabbed her by the arm, twisting and pulling her so that she fell into his lap. Her cheeks flushed as she felt everyone’s eyes on her. Voldemort pulled her further back so that she was leaning against his broad chest with his long arms wrapped around her. He took the locket from her hands, unclasping it before he clasped it around her neck. Her brows lifted and she looked at him, inclining her head in surprise.