For a moment she thought maybe it was her imagination overworking, maybe he was just fine and she was being an idiot, but then she remembered him saying that she had been a lucky girl that Robards had stopped Lestrange from cursing her and it sent the same chill through her.
"Lately not so much," she agreed. "But I always try to be careful." Her hand was trapped on his chest, and she leaned in and kissed him again, long and slow, full of promise, even though inside she was quaking.
Somehow, she thought she was safer on the streets than with him.