Lucian’s POV
The interrogation room was so quiet that the only sound was the sound of chains grinding against rock.
Ronan was sitting opposite me as he had been for the past few hours.
Calm.
Quite too quiet for a man with enemy communications in his possession.
Most traitors were taken aback.
Some grew angry.
Some begged.
Some tried bargaining.
But Ronan didn't do any of those.
All he did was just look at me.
Waiting.
The torches on the walls cast long shadows across the room.
We didn't say anything for a few moments.
Then I finally broke the silence.
“Shadowfang received information from you.”
Ronan smiled faintly.
“That's not a question, we know that.”
No.
It wasn’t.
The seal was enough proof already.
I needed some rest now.
The network.
The names.
The damage.
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