For the first time in her life, or at least what Leo assumed was for the first time, Estelle Malfoy seemed to be at a loss for words. It was a silence he reveled in. It wasn’t like her voice was ghastly, (or too high pitched, or low enough that she sounded like a man) but sometimes she was annoying – always so certain, so sharp with her words, like every sentence was a carefully aimed dagger. At least the silence gave Leo a chance to move to stand in front of her, to touch her.
He didn’t do much outside of wrinkling his nose once she fisted his shirt, knowing damn well that whatever marks she left (not that there would be any outside of a few wrinkles on his first) wouldn’t be seen by anyone else. Leo glanced down at her, amusement flickering in his own gaze at how angry she was over this, when in reality she had been the one to start the game. Surely she couldn’t be mad that she had lost it.
“Marry you?” Leo laughed, malice wrapping around each word when he spoke again. “What makes you think I want to marry you, Estelle?” Granted the Malfoy name is one of the better names he could attach himself too, and as much as he found he didn’t care about Estelle in any way, Leo also loathed the idea of another man having her. He could easily just lock her away. “However, I can offer you a solution.”
Leo let go of her so he could dig into his pocket, pulling out a little satchel. He dangled it in front of her face. “Get rid of it.” He ordered. “Somewhere less people might know you. Do you need me to accompany you so I ensure that you’ve actually done it?” He couldn’t allow her to keep it and bring him down with her, but at the same time Leo couldn’t marry her. Estelle wasn’t worth that kind of investment – she was a ruined woman, after all.
He didn’t do much outside of wrinkling his nose once she fisted his shirt, knowing damn well that whatever marks she left (not that there would be any outside of a few wrinkles on his first) wouldn’t be seen by anyone else. Leo glanced down at her, amusement flickering in his own gaze at how angry she was over this, when in reality she had been the one to start the game. Surely she couldn’t be mad that she had lost it.
“Marry you?” Leo laughed, malice wrapping around each word when he spoke again. “What makes you think I want to marry you, Estelle?” Granted the Malfoy name is one of the better names he could attach himself too, and as much as he found he didn’t care about Estelle in any way, Leo also loathed the idea of another man having her. He could easily just lock her away. “However, I can offer you a solution.”
Leo let go of her so he could dig into his pocket, pulling out a little satchel. He dangled it in front of her face. “Get rid of it.” He ordered. “Somewhere less people might know you. Do you need me to accompany you so I ensure that you’ve actually done it?” He couldn’t allow her to keep it and bring him down with her, but at the same time Leo couldn’t marry her. Estelle wasn’t worth that kind of investment – she was a ruined woman, after all.