The drive to the Vane Manor was quick. The gray security outbuildings and manicured hedges of the estate sped past before Ren could even get a proper glimpse of them.
Inside the SUV, the air was chilled to a biting temperature, a sharp contrast to the humid island air still clinging to Ren's skin.
As the vehicle pulled up to the side entrance of the medical wing, Cilian stepped out first. He didn't wait for a servant; he opened Ren's door himself.
"We're here," Cilian said, his voice still carrying that eerily sweet tone.
Ren stepped out, his legs feeling heavy. He looked at the steel doors of the medical wing. He knew the layout of this place—it was designed for efficiency and total control.
Once he went through those doors, the chance to avoid a needle became slim.
