Noah POV Ottilie had run to her room to change before we visited my father, giving us time to have him taken to the dungeons. Fury coursed through my veins as I thought of the untold suffering they had inflicted on others. My mother might appear innocent but she must have known what my father was up to. She was just too power hungry to care. I slid outside to get some air, balling my hands into fists as I struggled to contain my anger. We had a brother, all this time we had another sibling and we'd treated him like s**t. The signs were there, my mother despised him and we'd never really understood why whereas Dad had always spoken of him with amusement, like he'd known something we didn't. Once, when we were young, Harry had dared to question their feelings towards our cousin, particula

