That ring had controlled her life; prohibited her from touching any man to ease Draco’s jealousy, and punished her if she ever did anyway; it had tracked her so that every time she managed to escape the manor he always knew where to find her. It had refused to let itself be removed from her finger, and many a morning had dawned where she’d woken with a bloody, scratched up hand—the result of her unconsciously trying to claw it off in her sleep.