The Vane shipyards were loud and smelled like salt and diesel. As Cilian's car pulled up, the guards stood straight, and their faces went pale with pure terror.
Ren stepped out of the car and felt the eyes of these rough men looking at him, trying to guess his identity. Then they saw the black collar, which Cilian made him wear after his bath, and knew he was the slave from the rumors. The last Pierce.
'Seriously, can he not make me wear the damn collar?'
It was as if Cilian had a collection of these things in different colors, making him seem more like the psychopath he was.
"How is it, Ren?" Cilian asked, emerging behind him. "We're at the docks, like you wanted."
It wasnt like Ren wanted to come to the Docks specifically. He just tagged along wherever Cilian was going.
