Draco could hear his own heart in his throat, his own breathing loud in his ears as he stepped back again, lifting his wand a little bit, muttering a soft Lumos under his breath. The light that emitted wavered for a moment, then held fast, a gentle glow that let him just see enough to suggest that now was probably the time to get out of there. He cracked another maniacal smirk to himself, wondering what sort of reaction the Capitol was having to all of this. Maybe he'd get a Sponsor out of the deal.

(Maybe Effie and Cinna would be horrified. Maybe Momoko would be sick at what he'd done.)

"That's right, mademoiselle. Tear him to pieces," Draco murmured, glancing back over his shoulder as he looked around for the door. Once Eponine's job was done, he didn't care what she did. She could run around sobbing over the mess; she could mourn until the day she too was taken out. But he was going to get out of there.