Born to a family of Death Eaters, you had been expected to follow their tracks before your first cries sounded in the world. But you didn't, and that had consequences. Especially because you knew a great deal. Penalties given by your husband, Tom, who currently had you cornered. The tip of his wand pressed harshly into your throat. Tears rolled down Tom’s carefully neutral face. “I can’t believe you’ve pushed me to this. You know the punishment. Death penalty. Are you trying to make me suffer?”