He didn't even seem to register the fact that his wife was speaking to him. Lost in the heat of the moment, he stared without blinking into Ginny's purple face. Though tears continued to roll out of her open eyes, there was a resignation inside of them. She knew what was coming next and she didn't fear it. Perhaps she'd even been looking forward to it. If she defied Rodolphus, he would've killed Maisie without thinking twice. If she was dead, he had nothing to hold over her head any longer. While it was always a possibility that he would still take his rage out on the poor, innocent child, she knew there was no one alive who would be a fiercer protector than Antonin of their daughter.