Ren's heart was beating so loudly that even his own ears heard it loud and clear.
His gaze traveled to Cilian's hands—the same hands that had shot a missed shot at Dennis, but a perfect aim at three more heads, the same hands that had touched Ren, and the same hands that had, according to Dennis, opened the gate.
"Was it worth all that blood?" Ren whispered.
Whatever Cilian had been searching for in the wreckage of the Pierce estate, he had paved the road to it with corpses. And Ren saw no justification.
The 'Hard Heart' inside Ren felt cold and hollow. There was no triumph in the silence, only the realization that he was bound to a madman whose reasons were buried deeper than the bodies he'd left behind.
Ren didn't move. He sat in the chair, silently watching the rise and fall of the Alpha's chest. He would wait for the morning. He would wait until that very moment when he would get the answers he was seeking.
