Bellatrix took one more look over her shoulder at Nymphadora, still surprised that her niece was just letting her get away.
No matter. If that was what the girl chose to do, Bellatrix would take it. She needed to get away, and she needed to get her husband away. He had been a fool to look his focus in his attempt to 'rescue' her. Now look what had happened to him.
His wand arm had simply been missing when she'd first turned to look at him. The blood that spurted from the ghastly wound was too bright. It was a wound that only belonged on one of their enemies, and Bellatrix wondered what this searing pain in her chest was that the sight of it on her husband had created.
It only took her a few moments to reach Rodolphus' side. He'd made it most of the way to her himself. He seemed to nearly collapse into her body when she reached him, and it was obvious that he'd lost far too much blood. She didn't have much time.
Pulling the portkey from the folds of her robes, she tried to activate it. And got nothing. Fuck!