“No,” I say. “There was no one in his life. He wasn’t looking to settle down.”
“Was it still her—all this time?” Sinead asks.
I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I shake my head. “I don’t know. He kept his feelings pretty close to heart.”
“Tell me how he died,” she asks.
“Sinead…” Ronan warns, glancing at her pointedly.
“I want to know,” she insists. “Please tell me.”
Those eyes are so blue. So desperate.
“It was an ambush,” I explain. “I was surrounded. A dozen men against me, maybe more. I was about to die and Cillian jumped into the fray.”
“He knew he would die,” Sinead guesses.
“Yes. As I said, he was loyal to a fault.”
“The only question is: were you worth his loyalty? Were you worth his life?” Ronan asks.
I shake my head. “I’m not,” I reply without hesitation. “Cillian
