The previous night was now a harrowing memory. She, perched on Lord Malfoy’s lap, not looking miserable as he had expected, but calculating and cold and happy. It had shocked him—he had braced himself and it still shocked him. The sight of her drenched in blood, of her moans gently echoing around the room as she and Lord Malfoy had fucked on their throne in front of everyone... It had hurt to watch.