"What? What is it?" He asked as she reached out for his hand. He let his hand turn up, gripping hers as he searched her eyes, trying to discovered why she was so worried. He had some many questions that he wanted to interject, but he remained silent.
His face fell as she spoke and he felt nauseous suddenly. His hands went a bit slack inside of Dora's and his gaze dropped, appearing as if he was studying the bedspread. If her sister was indeed a death eater of course she'd be able to guarantee safety. But what was stopping her from telling him so and it being a trap? Had she discovered who he was?
The thought stung like a knife and he swallowed, not saying a word.