It began to sank into Yaxley's mind that Rosier was being serious. This was going to put a serious kink in his plans. In a last ditch effort, he decided to play on the hope that Rosier had married Travers for the obscene fortune she would inherit. "You're not an eldest son," she sneered. "She'll lose everything." It was bullshit of course, but he put enough of his well-honed, high society condescension behind it to make it sound legitimate.
"No I won't," said Audrey, who'd appeared in the doorway behind Will, wearing his missing shirt and nothing else. She'd have found trousers if she'd known who her husband was talking to. "The terms were a pureblood, not an heir, and you likely know it, Yaxley. And besides, I'd lose everything before I'd marry you." The last, she knew, was a lie, but it was an easy one to tell now that she was safe and Will's.
She shuddered when Yaxley eyed her legs and then glanced up to meet her eyes with a cold, dangerous gaze. "You should be warned, Audrey, that I always get what I want, no matter what I have to do to get it." He chuckled. "Just ask Pucey's little Muggleborn slut."
Audrey lifted her chin. "Get out of my house, Yaxley."