He spun her around. She had witnessed enough horrors that night. She had passed by people with missing limbs, after all. But this... this horrified her more than anything. The young, blonde, beautiful slave that had taken her place by Draco’s feet was kneeling in front of him, with her hands on his knees. And he was caressing her cheek. He was touching another woman. And looking at her. Really looking at her. Into her eyes.