This was a conduit of some sort. She had seen it absorb Danielle’s blood; the very blood that still coursed through it now, she could tell. There was the faintest pulsing in her hand as she held it, growing steadily stronger, as if it knew what was coming. As if its hunger had grown. Strange that she could feel it in such a way—like called to like, and she remembered Draco saying that her own blood had been infused into the cursed item as well.