Ciara stood in front of her uncle, wearing a stern look on her face. With his past behavior and relationship with his brothers, she was aware he was a stubborn man, but she wasn't going to let that stop her from getting the answers she needed —she needed to make him spit all of their hideous plans with his mouth.

It's more like a confession but in Ferdinand's place, he's been pressed.

Ciara cleared her throat thrice, but that doesn't make her gaze softer. “Uncle Ferdinand, I need you to ...