Rodolphus" grabbed one of her hands in both of his. The atmosphere in the room turned electric. Afraid to look up into his eyes to see what she knew must be there, she kept her eyes focused on the bare skin of his exposed chest. There was no denying how the wizard wanted the next few minutes to go. Drunk or sober, he would've wanted to drag her down onto the bed with him. It had been over a year since he pressed her against the house she shared with her husband in the back garden to claim her in the middle of his son's birthday party. They used to struggle to keep their hands off of each other. How many times did they sneak off alone together in the previous twenty years? She wouldn't ever be able to count them all.