Draco traced the freckled constellations that were sprinkled across the bridge of her nose, the furrow between her brows, the slight tremble in her bottom lip. He inhaled shakily, anchoring himself in her gaze—a mirrored amber image of her mother’s—and held his breath for five counts before exhaling, steadying himself for the devastation he was about to wreak on the person he loved most in this world. 