“Thinking like a Slytherin.” Draco’s smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, didn’t quite erase the worry he still had for Mandy and her family. “I approve.”
His hand followed her motion, fingers against her jawbone, thumb lightly touching the bruise as a frown knit his expression. “They may not be able to seize it, but if they make the attempt, it could be tied up in litigation for months. Once you’ve got your things, you can bring them back here. You and the twins can have the second floor.” He knew he’d made the offer last night, but he wasn’t sure if she remembered through the haze of exhaustion. “The townhouse isn’t large, but there’s enough space for guests, and the twins might find it comforting and distracting to be with Alyssa.”