While everyone was panicking, Christian was feasting. For a demon of war and death, he fed off the murderous energies and rage like a kid in a candy store. He'd watched the entire scene go down and he'd enjoyed every moment of hunting the men who'd attacked the circus.
As a demon, he didn't really need to sleep but he did need down time to recharge. He'd been riding the high of the energy and he'd been up for days. He wanted to relax and he wanted to regroup. In hell, he'd spent his down time fucking and feasting. With the feasting done, he really just wanted to fuck and relax.
And he wanted to check on Ana. He had no idea why he'd been returning to her bed but he wasn't in the mood to overanalyze that. He suppressed a grin when he found himself holding an armful of siren. "I'm good." He was dirty from the hunt but his whole body was humming with energy. "How are you?" He'd been alive too long to be shaken by the attack but he knew that not everyone was the same.