Fury in every step, Draco flew through the Manor, searching for its other occupants. She was an idiot. A right bloody fool if she thought he was going to sit aside and do nothing while she withered. He refused, bodily fucking refused, to allow it. She knew what could be done, and he'd bloody well find out. He'd reached the foyer without seeing anyone before he paused, calling for Daisy. The little thing popped into existence at the end of the hall, wary eyes on him.