Her eyes fell to the gun in his hand and she inched herself between the men and Draco. No way in hell was she letting them get away with this. Not if she had anything to say about it. The end of her revolver shifted from the pale man's hand to the inch of dark skin between the leader's eyebrows. He was the only man she had immediately recognized and knew by name, not simply by a ragged scar in the palm of his hand.