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Her grip on his arm tightened noticeably - if her hand hadn't been thus occupied she would've been clenching it into a fist like she had with her other hand. She hadn't expected him to ask that, but then she hadn't really thought about what he might say exactly only that he'd probably be resistant to the idea as he had been every other time she'd raised the issue.

She clenched her jaw and mentally squirmed when she thought back to the momentary flicker of attraction she'd felt. How could she fully communicate the seriousness of the situation without revealing that she'd felt an involuntary pang of... of lust? It was humiliating. Not only had she felt like she'd thoroughly lost control of herself but it had happened because she'd been reminded of him. Any thought of whether he might consider it akin to adultery was the furthest thing from her mind.

It was at least ten seconds before she spoke, enough time for a flush to rise in her cheeks and her scowl to deepen. When you were thinking up the terms did you ever take a moment to consider whether the damn thing could read intent? I don't suppose you did, did you? If I unwittingly touched a portkey destined for Peru I'd be dead on arrival, isn't that so? The very thought of him being so careless with her life - no matter how many years ago it was or what had happened since - was making her seethe. How close had she really been to death that evening?

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