Her eyes were burning and her throat raw when she finally was able to stop. Sniffling, she tried to catch her breath. Antonin never once released his grip on her until she was ready to sit back up on her own. She felt embarrassed by her loss of control. Not just because she did it in front of an almost stranger, but because she'd never been so vulnerable in front of her own husband. At least not that she could remember. After all, it wasn't as if she could trust her own memories. Rodolphus made certain of that.