Bringing Home Strays Again?

Lucian ended up repairing their military vehicles, sparing them the trouble of cramming twenty-eight unconscious soldiers into the truck like sacks of potatoes. But that led to a bigger question, could they really trust anyone else to drive these vehicles?

"What if they just dump them in the middle of nowhere?" Medeia whispered to Lucian, keeping her voice low. "They hate these soldiers, don't they?"

It would be better if Medeia could drive the car herself, but even though Lucian had taught her several times, she still didn't understand how to drive properly!

Lucian finished securing the unconscious soldiers, tying them up tightly to ensure they wouldn't cause trouble when they woke up. He glanced up at her. "I don't think so. They all grew up in the same place. If anything, they understand each other's situation better than we ever could."