The press of the tip of his wand under her chin forced a gasp out of her mouth. Outside of training, she couldn't remember him ever threatening her with it once she was out of her broom cupboard and in his protection. Not even when she was being physically violent against him did he ever threaten her. She knew that there could be no way out where she didn't tell him the truth. If she was honest with herself, and she so rarely was, she would've replied that she was tired of all of the secrets, tired of hiding the truth at every turn. It was time she was honest. Maybe she would die for what she did and kept from him, but death seemed preferable to more lies. As she took a deep breath in preparation for making her confession, she felt a peace inside of her that she hadn't felt in a long time.