Sadistic, dark, crackling with power, magic, and allure. Her smiles and the way they danced on her lips. Sometimes, Draco thought he was the luckiest man alive. That fate must have bestowed gifts upon him in advance, when he was in his cradle, before he’d become a Death Eater and a lunatic. In other, more difficult moments, he thought he was damned. Cursed. Forever tied to a woman whose beauty, inside and out, only grew more intoxicating and terrible by the day, but whose insanity had long ago exceeded his own.