She had been in the delicious flow of almost-warm, ignoring the lesser spirits and That-Obsessed-Fool who had been the beginning of the end, when a flicker of familiarity drew her attention. Purpose flared, hotter than magic, and she drifted out through the archway, riding the tenuous thread of a memory of love, for this one and for one other.
"Lucius, darling!"
The endearment was ingrained, but it stung her as it came out. The satisfaction he felt in her had not been enough to keep his protection.