Ashley hummed happily in the backseat, gleeful as they drove home. Her company — Red, Rum, and Vodka — was quiet. Especially Red and Vodka.
As for Rum, his attention was fixed on the woman beside him. His eyes were narrowed suspiciously, tongue running along his inner cheek. To anyone who didn't know better, it might have looked like he was checking her out.
But no. Rum was staring at Ashley for an entirely different reason.
"Ah!" Ashley perked up and turned to him. "By the way, those four will be discharged soon. Can you take care of them?"
"Huh?" Rum scrunched up his nose. "Hey, are you crazy?"
"No."
"No, no. Tell me the truth." Rum scooted a little closer. "Tell me. You hate us, don't you?"
Ashley blinked. "Not really..?"
"Then why are you doing this to us?"
"…"
"I don't know if you're very smart or dumb as a rock, but… you're seriously going to take those four in?" he asked in disbelief.
"Lucian approved of it," she said. "And I don't think they're really bad people."
