Bellatrix nodded her head. She didn't want to be seen here. She didn't want to leave, either. She wanted to tell him, she wanted to not tell him. The things her father had done and that she'd let him do, to protect her sisters. Her sisters that she hated for it and yet loved in a way that was painful. It hadn't been fair. It had helped twist her into what she was now. But she'd do it again.
She dipped her head towards his, then pressed her lips to his cheek. It was a pity they were related. Then she slipped away from the door frame, and walked, not ran, to the front door.