Narcissa resumed her kisses, chuckling darkly as she had me in her thrall. "Silencing charm and a repelling spell. The mediwitch won't hear a thing and will be discouraged from coming down here." Desire spiked in me at her touch and my skin craved her fingers trailing down my spine. The connection between us, the Compulsion, wasn't forcing us together as much as reminding us that we were both on the same lazy stream drifting us together and we might as well enjoy it. It felt restorative, as if our souls needed this mingling after all of the horror we had seen. Merlin, I did need her; I needed her around me, with me, and in me.