#16—Dragonhide Gloves

Narcissa, infuriated by the way Lucius had been treating her since finding out about their marriage arrangement, grabbed one of Lucius’s own dragonhide gloves off of the arm of the sofa and slapped him across the face with it.

“Maybe now you’ll start showing me some respect. Nothing can get you out of this.”

Lucius said nothing but stared, slack-jawed, up at the crazy blonde standing in front of him. She kept talking but he heard none of what she was saying. He didn’t care about blood purity or family name. The inbreeding had curdled the Blacks. Witch was nuts.