Cilian stared at Ren for a moment, then a slow, crooked smile spread across his face. He didn't let go. Instead, he pulled Ren closer until Ren was forced to sit on the edge of the bed.
"Don't go far," Cilian murmured, his eyelids drooping as the exhaustion finally took over. "The Mordecais… They'll try to take you from me."
Ren couldn't exactly understand where Cilian's obsession and protectiveness were coming from, and he certainly couldn't get used to it, so he tried to push Cilian's buttons a bit.
"Then let them try," Ren hissed, leaning in close. "Maybe they'll be more merciful than you."
Cilian let out a soft, airy laugh that ended in a wince. "You don't mean that. Vampires don't want your heart, Ren. They want your blood."
Ren rolled his eyes aside, knowing that was the basic knowledge of vampires anyway.
