Lucius can only think, through the sharp, familiar pain - today of all days. But he's in no position to ignore it, no matter who is calling. (At best, Rodolphus is in trouble, but he somehow doesn't think so - his mark is gone, isn't it?)

He makes sure Narcissa is sedated and locked up tight, against her own illness and any outsiders. Praying to Merlin that leaving her isn't a mistake, he goes outside and apparates, ready for nearly anything.

His wife and his sister-and-law, though, are in that inch of "nearly."