"That is not my point, Rodolphus. I did not even know anything about the plan until you'd already had the virus and vaccine created!" she grumbled angrily. "And in the meantime, I was entirely ignored while you were busy with your books." She halted, knowing she sounded like a whining child.
"You do it specifically to anger me, I think," she hissed back. "Everything that happens here is my concern. It is my home, too." She smirked wildly at him then. "And I'll take care of every last one of them. You know I love to take care of my guests." No one was allowed to believe themselves the mistress of the manor, not while she still breathed.
Bellatrix just grumbled incoherently, not having anything resembling a good and witty comeback. The man had not gotten his hands dirty in battle in quite some time, but she would not admit that she longed to see it.
His thumb was rough as it slid over her voicebox, and she swallowed hard. "If you ever did as I told you, I wouldn't have to. Now would I?" she retorted, clenching her teeth as her husband slid his wand down her front. "And I'm anything but 'good,'" she said, giving him an indignant look. "Surely you've realized that by now." She was struggling a bit in his grip now, and Bella desperately wanted to put him in his place.