Isabella sighed. She wiggled her arm behind his back, between him and the couch. Her other arm lay across his stomach. He knew. He knew and he seemed okay with it. In fact, he didn't even seem to be affected by it. Wyatt was so calm about the whole thing. And she was freaking out. But his calm seemed to calm her down. She could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he inhaled and exhaled. She could hear the steady (though slightly rising) speed of his heartbeat. It made her feel better about this whole thing.
"Most people don't believe what she says about the Ministry." Not since the last war, anyway. She could talk about demons for weeks and weeks and the public would ignore it. It was Skeeter's social commentary that people trusted. And she happened to be right in this case. "But the other thing..." Isabella didn't even know what to say about it. He'd come over here to help with the demons and been smeared in their most notable newspaper. And it was her fault. "I'm sorry."