When her demon returned the questions would come, fast and furious. But as little as she trusted him in so many things, now that she wore his sigil (and ignoring the manipulations to get it there), hadn’t he been solicitous? Her cheeks burned and thighs clenched at the remembrance, but beyond the more carnal knowledge he dragged her into, Draco had kept his word. The library, their discussions, even taking her to the gate and back. Nothing was hidden from her that she sought. 