"Kiernan hoists one of the bags and slips the strap over my shoulder. I grab the other one, and soon I'm loaded like a pack mule, lugging two bulky military duffels in addition to my backpack. Trey leans down to give me a goodbye kiss, but his lips are quivering with barely suppressed laughter. "What?" "You should see yourself. The toga, the sandals, and now this. You look like a short Greek Rambo." "Athena, Goddess of Modern War," Kiernan cracks as they get into the car. And now they're both laughing. I pull up the stable point and blink out, now completely certain that the two of them riding in the same car was a very bad idea."