Granger's eyes are darker than ever. Even darker than the day she tied me to that bloody chair in the training room and thus started our odd game. The pupils hardly stand out from the irides around them. Her cheeks are flushed, her chest rises and falls rapidly, and a few curls have escaped her usual bun. There is an expression on her face that I have never seen on her before. I would describe it as a mix of desire, anticipation and, yes, loss of control.