"Either you came here to kill me at last, or you came here to escape with me. Those are the only two options you have." Lucius reached out and slowly brushed a lose strand of hair off her face. "We can use the Malfoy estate in south France if you like, or I believe the Blacks had a summer home in Spain. There’s rumors of a new Dark Lord brewing in America. We could make our way there although we’d need to secure property for you to work in. I don’t think either of our Houses have any holdings."