Cilian didn't answer immediately. He leaned his head back against the wall, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief second as a wave of pain rolled through him.
The light from the chandelier above caught the sweat on his forehead, making him look fragile for a split second, though that fox-like smile remained fixed on his pale lips.
"Did I know?" Cilian repeated. He opened his eyes, and the glint in them was light and dismissive. "Ren, darling, I didn't care about it. That little book didn't matter to me at all."
Ren felt a surge of hot, bitter disbelief. He stared at Cilian, his eyes wide.
"You didn't care? Cilian, you butchered my family in one night. You wiped us out. You expect me to believe you did all that, and you didn't even care about the one thing that could control the entire Syndicate? How long do you think you can lie to me?"
Cilian's smile faltered a bit as he declared,
"I have never lied to you, Cilian." He said, but Ren looked him in the eye and said,
