Hiding her anger behind her occlumency walls, she levelled him with a blank look. "You’ve got no right to tell me where I’m safe. When have I ever been safe with you, really? Was it when a werewolf nearly mauled me at age fourteen? Or maybe when I almost burned alive from the inside out in the Department of Mysteries, barely a year later? Was it after you left me to starve alone in the woods or better yet, when you abandoned me while I was being tortured?"