The massive, armored troop carrier rumbled to life, its heavy treads grinding against the ruined pavement outside the Faction gates. Inside the compartment, the air was thick with the faint laether scent of the vehicle and the low thrum of the engine.
Mira settled onto the bunk opposite Tide, a scowl fixed on her face as she pointedly ignored him. She crossed her arms, trying to look anywhere but at the handsome, silent soldier who was now her designated babysitter.
"I still don't understand why I need a warden," she muttered, bouncing her heel lightly on the floor. "I'm older than Ren. I'm responsible."
Tide's brown eyes finally met hers. He was leaning against the wall, his posture relaxed yet ready. "Captain Axton and Ren believe your presence is a risk, My Lady. Therefore, my purpose is to ensure that risk is managed. That means you stay within my sight, and you are not to leave the vehicle without my explicit approval or the Captain's."
