Cilian's eyes narrowed, the dazed delight in his gaze sharpening into something deadly. He brought a hand to Ren's hair, idly twisting a lock of it around his finger.
"Messing with my shipments, Julian? That sounds like a declaration. And here I thought we were having a 'peaceful negotiation'," he said and let go of Ren's hair. "Though, I suppose all thoughts of resolving things peacefully were destroyed the moment you messed with my shipment and dared point a gun at my Ren." he took a step forward, and the Mordecais raised their arms.
Cilian's men did the same, but Cilian was not scared. He kept walking until he stood a few inches from Julian, at the end of the shade, because he couldn't afford to get wet and have Ren worrying about his wounds.
Though he would've loved to have Ren tend to him all night if he fell sick. But then no one could protect him as well as he does.
