His left arm was wrapped under her ribs, and she pushed on it, making him turn the inside of his wrist so she could study his Mark again. This time he didn’t retreat when she went to touch it but closed his eyes for a moment as if in pain. Her fingertips traced the line of the snake gently. The skin was raised and hot. She then put her arm next to his, wrist up too. The hideous, spidery word Bellatrix had engraved onto her skin still stuck out in stark contrast to her skin.