What he had to.He found himself with his head buried between her legs, smirking against her sopping cunt, as she cried out his name, and tugged at his hair until he saw stars. He’d spilled everything to her and found the reward more pleasing than the sight of Riddle’s head rolling down the steps ever could.And afterward, he’d stood behind her, as their Sire executed the ones who’d stood against him. Against them.