Ren gripped Cilian's shirt. "Obsessed? Why?"
"It doesn't matter why," Cilian hissed, his eyes scanning the shadows as they reached a reinforced steel door. "He's a sick vampire who just wants your blood, and he's using this war as an excuse to finally get his hands on you. He thinks he can get rid of me and take what he wants while everything is burning."
Cilian kicked the door open, leading into a private underground garage. A black armored SUV was already running, its headlights cutting through the gloom. Cilian placed Ren into the passenger seat, his movements quick but careful.
"I can take him out with no sweat but not while you're in danger, Ren. I'll take you to safety and then finish everything." He smiled, kissing Ren's forehead.
"Cilian," Ren whispered, his voice weak as he watched Cilian pull back and check his weapons to make sure they were properly loaded. "Julian… he's coming for us because of what you did to the Mordecais, isn't he?"
