“I don’t even like them,” Ky muttered. The major grinned. “Young men in general, or these young men?” “These—but they seem so … so helpless, sometimes.” Major Harris laughed aloud, and Ky glared at him. “Sorry,” he said. “But the first thing mercenaries lose is the rescue fantasy thing. My advice is, the next time you see someone you think you need to rescue, walk quickly away on the far side of the street.”
