A Demon's Playground (1)

"So, what do you say?" Lucian asked, his gaze locked onto hers. "I can ask Richard to work harder."

Medeia parted her lips but didn't respond right away. 

How could a man be this sweet? How could he go to such lengths just to please her heart and support everything she wanted to do?

"Yeah, let's do it," she finally said. "But I doubt it'll just be the young soldiers coming for us. They want their weapons back. Which means they'll also send soldiers with real experience."

The older ones. The ones who had likely played a role in brainwashing those kids. Maybe they'd done it to survive, but as adults, they had a choice.

And death was one of the consequences of that choice.

"We can separate them," Lucian said. "You can tell their ages, right? Mark the younger ones somehow, take off their helmets, maybe, and I'll pull them away from the fight."