>> was as though a numbing solution had been poured down his throat and nothing else mattered.
“My love…” he breathed, his velvet voice strained from lack of use.
>> But before he could think any more about the Great Hall and why he might be there, he remembered the hand he was holding and turned his head sharply to look at her. He winced as his neck, still recovering from his attack, throbbed, but as soon as his gaze found Primrose it>>