Hermione shifted on the bed, accidentally drawing attention to herself. Was this all true? How could Rodolphus be so callous about what happened? She'd told him about her pregnancy in confidence just a few days earlier. She wanted to try again with Antonin, to see if they could salvage something meaningful out of their forced marriage. Maybe if she gave him the daughter he always wanted, it would be easier. Rodolphus hadn't been happy. He reminded her that her body belonged to him, not to her husband. The slap across her face had only pain in it, no pleasure at all.