Dylan removed the Translation Glasses from his nose and carelessly tossed them onto the worn pages of the old Clovis tome. He should have known that Dorian was speaking out of spite, and yet despite their mutual antagonism, he hadn't had any difficulty believing him. The guilt written on Lily's face had been confirmation enough, and as if that weren't enough, the general embarrassment in the attic left no room for doubt of any other kind.