As Blaise leaned in, Meghan looked up, keeping her eyes on his. There it was again, that smoothness, that thinly veiled game flirting and seduction entailed. She raised her face further until her lips were barely a hair’s breadth from touching his. She could feel his breath on her skin, and yet her eyes were still on his. “You think I can resist you, Mister Zabini?” she purred.