Ashford hated how his brother and sister were treated.
Half-brother and sister. His adoptive mother’s words tormented him.
They had a different father. One who wasn’t a duke and a descendant of the Paragons.
He held out his hand and summoned a tiny whirlwind.
They were treated like dust all because they couldn’t do that, and no matter how hard he tried, he hadn’t been able to teach them.