Chapter 30

Luke followed the servant to a first-floor stairwell tucked away in the east wing of the palace. Though still clearly designed for royal occupants, the staircase was nowhere near as grand or large as the main ones. This was narrower with a simple red carpet laid out on top. The vases holding the arrangements of fresh flowers were smaller than most of the ones in the palace. Luke couldn't remember the last time he had been back here.

Curled up on the bottom step, her hands holding her knees to her chest, was little Faye Zhao. Her eyes were red from crying, and her skin had an odd sort of sheen to it. This was bad. She had clearly not been okay when Luke had asked in the women's room. Life would be so much easier if people were just honest with their feelings.

"Hey, Faye." Luke said, kneeling in front of her. The servant seemed to have disappeared into some nearby corridor. "Look at me." He coaxed. "What's wrong?"

Luke knew he wasn't the best at empathizing with people, but he had to at least try. Try like he did with LJ, Laena, and Sydney. Right now the most he could do was try to help her.

"Why would he do it?" Faye asked, looking at Luke.

"Who?" Luke asked, though he had a pretty good idea of who she was talking about.

"My father." She got out.

"Oh." Luke didn't know what to say. He wished he was better at this whole helping people thing, but he sucked at it. Of course he did. He had grown up surrounded by wealth and luxury, surrounded by people who catered to his every whim. No one had ever approached him with their problems, no one had ever dared. That all led him to being woefully unable to calm people down.

Faye was so upset though. Luke couldn't decide it wasn't his problem or bail out when this all got too deep for him. No, not with Faye. Maybe with other people, but not with her.

"He lied to me." Faye whispered, her eyes wide and fearful.

"What do you mean?" Luke asked. Did Faye know more than she was letting on? He must have underestimated the importance of family loyalty.

"At family day. He told me that those deaths were just flukes. They were accidental and that he had taken measures to prevent them. That I just had to believe him, not sell him out to the monarchy." Faye explained. That must have been what Solomon had told her when Bennet led Luke away to give them some privacy.

"He told you that?" Luke asked in surprise.

Faye nodded sadly. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I should have gone to your sister about it. I could have stopped what Sydney was talking about. It's all my fault."

Luke's heart sunk. She wasn't wrong. It was looking like this was mostly Faye's fault. A lot of harm could have been avoided if she spoke up.

He couldn't tell her that though. Not when she was already in such a fragile state. You don't kick someone when they're down. Faye was more than down. She was subterranean. "It's not your fault Faye." He assured her. "You had no control over this situation. It's not your fault." He repeated firmly.

Faye shook her head slowly. "He promised me, Luke. He promised."

"Look, Faye. He's not a good person." Luke said simply. That didn't seem to console faye anymore, and she let out a fresh wave of wails. Luke quickly backtracked. "I didn't mean that. I...I know you love him, he's your dad, but sometimes, you need to realize that...he sucks." Luke finished lamely.

Faye laughed a bit, though it was a sad, pathetic sort of laugh, "I know you're trying Luke, but that's really not helping." She faltered for a second. "I just need someone to talk to."

Luke gestured to himself, "Go ahead."

"You know, he's not a bad person." Faye started. "He wasn't always like this." She looked at Luke, her eyes wide.

"What do you mean?" Luke asked curiously. He had never actually thought about what led to this religion. He had never bothered to look that deep into the story, he had chosen to only pay attention to the surface, like he always did.

Though admittedly, he couldn't imagine the justification as the surface he had focused on contained numerous murders

Maybe Luke was no mathematician or philosopher, but he was fairly sure that an altruistic desire was outweighed by...how many people were dead again? He had lost count. That right there was the root of the problem, so many people had died that Luke couldn't even remember which number this unlucky man happened to be. It had to be ended.

"He used to be a priest. When my mom died, I don't know what happened. He just locked himself in his room for ages. I think I survived on take-out for a month. Then, he was...different. He said that he was following a new God, one who came to him in his sleep." Faye admitted tearfully. To Luke, it seemed more likely that this "new God" came to him at the bottom of a bottle.

"I...I didn't know that."

"I was so happy to finally see him, I didn't stop to think. I just...I felt like I had my dad back." Faye implored him to understand, begging him to believe her. That she had no desire to harm people, that she didn't even know this was happening.

"I get that." Luke said smally. In truth, he didn't get it. He never had a parent disappear on him like that. Still, his words, false as they might be, seemed to reassure Faye.

"It was so stupid of me. So stupid." Faye told him.

"It wasn't stupid of you." Luke said. "You were young and scared. If my dad did that I wouldn't think to question what he said. I would go along with it too." The sole purpose in Luke's words might have been to reassure Faye, but as he spoke them, he realized how true they were. He wouldn't have thought to question what his father had told him. He had never deviated from the path he was given till he suggested the selection. That had been the first time he had ever challenged his parents in anything other than what he wanted for dinner. He had always just agreed with whatever the monarchy customs dictated. It was just easier that way.

"I didn't actually join the religion till I finished school. I guess that should have told me something was wrong. What religion doesn't allow children inside it? What religion makes people sign risk contracts before rituals?" Faye laughed, seemingly at her own stupidity.

"I don't know." Luke said. "I've never heard of that before. I think some churches make people sign waivers before mission trips." He offered. Of course Luke hadn't gone on one, but some of the advisor's children had.

That's different silly." Faye told him. "They're taking minors to another country."

"Oh. Oops. You're right then. That all does seem pretty bad."

"I can't believe that I ever went along with this." Faye said suddenly. "Was I blind? How could I not realize what was going on?"

Luke shrugged. It did seem like Faye was oblivious, but he knew that wasn' true. She just wanted her father to love her again. "When you first hear about it, you don't really expect there to be a couple of deaths every now and then." Luke treaded lightly. "You probably just weren't exposed to what actually happened." He offered.

"I should have been exposed to it. If he really wanted the best for me, he would have given me the whole story so I could make my own decisions."

"That would have been better." Luke said quietly. He didn't really know how to respond to what Faye was saying.

"I still can't believe he lied to me. I'm his daughter. " Faye seemed dumbfounded. Luke guessed that she had always trusted her father above all else. It must be a jarring change for her, to realize her whole life had been a lie.

Well, maybe Luke was being a tad bit overdramatic. Still though, the sentiment still stood.

"Yeah. That's a bummer." Luke echoed.

Faye faced him, "Just so you know, you suck at this whole empathy thing." She said in a rare moment of brazinness. Faye was usually so careful to protect others' feelings at all costs. "Thank you though." She smiled at him, though she was clearly still miserable.

Luke glanced at the floor. "Happy to help." He blushed slightly at her thanks.

Suddenly. Faye stood up. She was so short that it didn't really make a difference in her height, but it was still intimidating. A clear sign: She wasn't going to let this break her. "I can't do this anymore." She told him.

Luke's heart started racing. "What do you mean." he hedged, afraid of her answer.

"I can't just sit by and let innocent people get hurt." Oh thank God. For a moment Luke thought she was going to quit his selection. "I need to do something."

Luke paused for a second. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to go see your sister. I want to help."

Luke couldn't quite believe his ears. The head of the religion's own daughter was agreeing to help take him down. It was unthinkable. Normally Luke would ask if she was sure, but he couldn't do that. He didn't want to give her any time to back out, not when they were so close.

Something about the fire in her eyes, her mouth set in grim determination made Luke think that there was no risk of her backing out though. He had never seen that expression on her before, but it was clear that Faye meant business. He didn't want to get in her way right now. That would be akin to taking a bone away from a dog.

"Okay." Luke agreed quickly. "Do you want to go now?" He offered. He was pretty sure that Farrah would be pissed off at him bursting in during the middle of her workday, but surely she'd understand. After all, Farrah wanted this. She wanted information about Solomon. She would be grateful. Right? Well, he hoped so. Plus, he didn't think he could tell Faye to wait any longer. The expression on her face was downright scary. He wasn't going to be the one to hut her down right now.

"I do." Faye nodded. "Before I lose my nerve."

"Come on." Luke said. He led the way to Farrah's office. It was on the first floor but on a completely different side of the palace. The walk there was silent, except for Faye's steady breathing. To Luke it seemed to steady, almost as if she was trying to force herself to be calm. Luke knew that feeling all too well.

A guard that Luke didn't know, he was probably just covering someone else's shift, was standing outside the door to Farrah's office. He bowed to Luke, "Your Highness, My Lady, do you need to speak to Her Majesty?" He asked the two of them.

"Yes. Tell her it's important." Luke said. The guard nodded. He went into Farrah's office for a second, telling her something in hushed tones.

While they waited, Faye turned to him. "I never told you why I signed up for the selection." She said suddenly.

"You don't have to-"

"No. I want to." Faye interrupted him. "As you probably surmised, my father hates the monarchy. So I signed up for something that was purely monarchical propaganda to spite him." He didn't know what to say to that, but lucklity Luke heard his sister's high-pitched voice reply to the officer.. A moment later he opened the door, allowing Luke and Faye into the room.

He never thought he would be so happy going into Farrah's office.

Farrah waited for the door to close before speaking. "Can you not see that I'm busy?" She snapped at Luke. Her laptop was open, a few papers stacked in a crisp pile next to it. The neatness and order of the room was ordinary, the disarray of her office the day Luke had been told about the trip to Spain must have been a one-time occurrence.

"Sorry." He apologized hurriedly. "What are you working on?" Luke's apology and subsequent interest in her work seemed to placate her a bit because when she realized Faye was there, her expression was far more pleasant than Luke would have thought.

"Military reports." She gave a dismissive wave of her hand. "There was a purchase for new weapons that I certainly didn't authorize. No matter though. It will be dealt with. Now, Faye." She said suspiciously. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?" She asked. Luke knew that was just grown-up speak for what are you doing here.

"Hi." Faye squeaked, obviously more intimidated of the prospect now that she was actually in front of the Queen. "Congratulations on you, um, pregnancy." She got out. Luke couldn't blame her for being scared. The last time her and Farrah had an actual conversation it didn't end well. Still, he wished she would just hurry up and get it over with. Like ripping off a bandage.

Farrah smiled. "Thank you."

"How far along are you?" Faye asked, clearly stalling. If she didn't spit it out soon, Luke might say it for her. He had no patience when it came to small talk.

"Fourteen weeks or so." Farrah said simply. "Now that we've gotten the pleasantries out of the way, how can I help you two?" She folded her hands on her desk, staring at them, mostly Faye, but still. Luke didn't like to be on the receiving end of her glares.

"I want to help." Faye told her.

"Help?" Farrah repeated. "What do you mean help?"

Faye took a deep breath, steeling herself for the words to come out of her mouth. "With my fath...With Deuxoccodium. I can't sit by any longer and let innocent people get hurt. I need to do something about it. So I'll help your case." Faye paused for a moment. "He deserves to be in jail for what he did." She finished.

To Luke's surprise, Farrah didn't say anything for a long time. She didn't thank Faye for what she was going to do. She didn't take out the case file to review it with Faye. Luke had been expecting her to at least crack a smile or gasp in delight. Yet she did none of those things. Instead, her face was imperceivable, stony, and emotionless as she considered Faye's words.

"You will?" Farrah asked.

"Of course I will." Faye insisted. "I need to do this. I can't let all these people be harmed while I follow my father in blind faith, doing nothing just because I don't want my dad to get mad at me." Farrah seemed to consider Faye's words deeply, her pen tapping out a steady rhythm. Luke didn't know what was going through his sister's head right now. All he knew was that he had vastly overestimated how happy she would be.

Finally she spoke. "How do I know that this isn't a hoax?" Farrah challenged. Oh. That was certainly a twist. Luke hadn't actually thought of that possibility. This was another perfect reason why Farrah was in charge of Illéa instead of him. Luke was too trusting- or as some liked to unfairly call it, easy to manipulate- and he knew it. He had been told it time and time again. Still, Faye had seemed so honest, so vulnerable. He doubted she was that good of an actor or she would have been a moviestar by now. "Maybe you'll just go and report everything to your dad. Then my whole case, the welfare of Illéa is put in jeopardy."

Faye seemed distressed that Farrah had even thought of that. Her eyes were wide with a mixture of fear and compassion. "I'm not. I promise you that I'm not." She said earnestly.

"Promises are just words. They have no weight to them." Farrah told her.

"I don't know, I can't give you any more than my word, but I swear on my life that I'm not going to betray you. I swear."

Farrah studied her face carefully. "That's a risk I can't take."

Luke couldn't believe that his sister had said that. 'So you're not going to take her help?" He asked, dumbfounded.

Farrah glanced at him for a moment. "Oh no, I'll still take the information." She told him.

Huh?

A look at Faye showed him that she was just as bewildered by Farrah's statement as he was.

"So then, what are you-"

"I can't have you speak at the court. Who knows what in God's name you'll say." Farrah spoke to Faye. her words were abrasive but the smile she gave her was almost conspiratorial. "You're going to meet with my lawyers to write a statement that will be read at the trial by the defense team. If you don't comply to writing an adequate statement, then we simply will not use it in the proceedings." Farrah shrugged.

Faye nodded quickly. "Your Majesty, wi...will my name be read out?" She asked anxiously. Luke didn't know what answer she wanted to hear and he didn't know enough about lawyer-ing to anticipate what answer Farrah was going to give.

"If you do not want it to, then no. We could either put it down a member from the, shall we say, religion who wished to remain anonymous, or the jury will know who wrote it, but it will not be told to Solomon Reuben."

"If it's okay with you, I don't want it to be anonymous. I want him to know. I want to see the look on his face." Faye said darkly, her voice unwavering. This was getting a wee bit heavy for Luke. Faye was scaring him. Normally this would be when he ducked out, leaving the troubled person with someone else. Someone more capable of handling the situation. He couldn't do this now. He needed to finish what he started, to see Faye through till the end.

Farrah however, didn't seem to be on board with Faye's plans. Thank God. Luke didn't like them either and it was reassuring to see someone far more qualified then him to be in disagreement over this. "Are you sure?"

Faye didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Farrah pursed her lips for a moment before closing her laptop, giving Faye her undivided attention. "Look, Faye, you're young and you want to make a change. That's great." What did Luke feel like there was a but coming?

"But," Ah. There it was. "You need to consider the reality of this situation. A life sentence is unlikely, and even then, you'd still visit him every so often. The same goal could be achieved without ruining your relationship with your dad. Is it really worth it?" She asked.

Now, in Luke's humble opinion, it was not worth it. Farrah made a compelling argument. Personally, Luke would listen to her. She had an uncanny ability for being right literally every single time. The odds were really in Faye's favor here.

Farrah was offering her a way to get the best of both worlds. She was offering the fairy-like girl justice while allowing Faye to keep her father's love intact.

"Of course it's worth it!" Faye persisted. "If he's going to hate me over this, I'd rather have that then live a lie."

Faye's words were passionate, a glimpse into the inner turmoil that must have been brewing inside her for the past two months. Luke couldn't believe the eloquence, the deepness of the message she was conveying. He never would have been able to say something like that without a teleprompter and a scriptwriter. The whole concept, Faye's delivery, was moving.

Clearly not moving enough though, for Farrah found them somewhat amusing.

"You say that now." Farrah said with a hint of laughter. "Come talk to me in twenty years when he refuses your invitation for your child's birthday party." Faye frowned deeply, a glimmer of a tear starting in the corner of her eye. Noticing this, Farrah sombered quickly, her voice taking on a gentler tone. "I'm just trying to help you. No decision has to be made now. Why don't you give it a few days?" Farrah suggested kindly.

"My mind isn't going to change."

Farrah merely shrugged. She flicked her hand at Faye. "You are excused. I'll have my assistant set up the meeting. The court date is set to the twenty-third of June."

Faye looked like she wanted to say more, but knew better than to refuse a direct order from the Queen. Farrah might be his sister, so her status as Queen was lost on him, but Luke rarely went against her commands when she was like this.

"Of course, Your Majesty." She curtsies demurely before heading out of the office.

'Should I go to or…" Luke's voice trailed off as he gestured over his shoulder to the door behind him.

Propping her head up on her arm, Farrah looked at him. "You eliminated Samantha." She said. It was a statement not a question, one that left no room for arguments or disagreements.

"Yeah. I guess you saw the papers." Luke said sheepishly.

"Oh no actually. I didn't see them till earlier today. You want to know how I knew? This was the first time since March that I wasn't woken up by that mutt's awful barking." She rolled her eyes at the end of her sentence.

"He has a name you know." Luke said, referring to the dog.

"I'm fully aware of it's name, I just don't feel like having someone refer to an idiotic puppy by the same name as me."

"Sure." Luke said, annoyed. "You do know that you don't own the name Farrah right?"

He must have pushed her a bit too far because at his words Farrah shook her head. "Out." She pointed towards the door as she spoke, effectively shooing him out of the room. "I have things to do and places to be."

Luke was more than happy to leave. Farrah's office was far too neat for his tastes anyway.

Dinner was usually a subdued affair with the ladies present. Luke's family wouldn't speak candidly in front of them and the women were far too concerned with their own quiet conversations then trying to start one with the royal family. That meant that most dinners were eaten in silence, maybe with the occasional remark on how the weather was or about some new restaurant or theatre that had opened up recently.

That was why it was such a surprise when his mother turned to him, her face serious. Too serious to say how nice the breeze was today. "Luke, I've been doing some thinking." She started calmly, her eyes focused on her son.

That never ended well. "Oh?"

"Your selection has been going on since March and we're more than halfway through May. You must have some idea of who you're going to marry at this point." Luke didn't comment on that. He would correct her, but that would just make him sound stupid. What, after two and a half months he didn't know which girl he liked best?

"You are nearing the end of your selection, I mean, there are only five girls left." Allyson continued Bennet looked over at her, he obviously knew where she was going with this. Luke on the other hand, was left in the dust.

Like he usually was.

"I know. Despite popular belief, I am capable of counting." Luke snapped, angry that once again, he was the last person to find out about everything. What it was that he was the last person to find out about, well he didn't know the answer to that. Still, why did his parents, the country as a whole, insist on treating him like a child?

He wasn't one.

He was capable of making his own decisions. Luke didn't need someone to tell him what to do or say. Everyone was always so afraid of him messing up and took such measures to prevent it, that it was just accepted as fact in the palace. If you left the youngest Schreave child to his own devices there would be hell to pay.

Luke had never minded having his speeches written out for him or not speaking on live television. He never used to care about people thinking the less words that come out his mouth, the better. He didn't want to put in the work to change people's minds. That was probably the root of the problem. He didn't want to put in the effort to change people's minds, instead he was content doing nothing.

"Please Luke, everyone knows you can count." Allyson scoffed slightly. "Now, as I was saying, we've decided that there is simply no time for the philanthropy project. It's in everyone's better interests if-"

Luke cut her off. "What do you mean by we've?" He asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Who exactly was included in this we?"

Allyson sighed, clearly not happy with the turn the discussion had taken. "Your father, the publicity manager and me. Happy?" She asked after listing the names.

Oh, Luke was far from happy. "Why wasn't I included?" He challenged me. "I mean, you did say it was my selection."

"I didn't think it would concern you. After all, I doubt a silly philanthropy presentation would sway you to any particular woman." Allyson told him.

"It's my selection!" Luke repeated, incredulous. "Literally everything that happens here concerns me. It might be the first time in my life that I actually need to be part of these discussions." He reached for his glass of water, taking a sip before slamming it down on the table. A few droplets of water sprung from the glass, landing on the mahogany wood.

"We are not doing this in the dining room." Allson said simply. "If you want to have a further discussion, I will speak to you after dinner.

Luke shrugged. "I don't see a better time to do this. Why can't I actually take part in these conversations about my future?" He asked scathingly.

"Lukie, maybe it would be best if we waited till everyone calmed down?" Bennet suggested carefully, speaking for the first time. He had clearly been listening though, even if he didn't intervene till now.

"Why would you make this decision without even asking me? I have opinions on things you know." Luke told them. He knew his face was starting to flush red and that the girls were probably looking at him weirdly, but right now he didn't particularly care. Let them think whatever they want. They all signed confidentiality agreements, it wasn't like they could go run to whichever newspaper paid the most with this story.

"Oh, I know." Allyson said. "You always make your opinions on things very clear."

"No! Come on Mom, I really don't. I go along with whatever you or Dad says. I didn't say anything when you decided I was moving without asking me. I didn't say anything when you essentially kicked me off the Report. Hell, I kept quiet when you arranged my marriage without asking me."

"And now you're in a selection, so that last one clearly didn't work out." Allyson muttered, rolling her eyes. Yeah, that last one didn't work out because for the first time in probably his whole entire life, Luke actually said something against it.

Bennet whispered "Not helping." To her, but not quiet enough that Luke couldn't hear him. Turning his attention to his son, Bennet spoke deliberately. "Luke, I understand that you're upset, but there's no need to cause a scene. We can have a family discussion about this later."

This normally would have been where Luke nodded and the matter was never talked about again. He wasn't doing that today though. "No. I want to know why I'm never a part of things."

His parents didn't seem to know what to say to that. Luke's best guess was that they didn't know themselves either, it was justa force of habit. They discussed it, came to a conclusion, told Luke about said conclusion, Luke accepted the conclusion. He wasn't doing that anymore though.

"You're too young to know what the right thing to do is." Bennet said simply. "You need more experience."

"I'm too young?" Luke scoffed. "That's the only answer you have? Farrah was in meetings with you when she was sixteen. Why am I so different?"

No one said anything for a long time. Bennet started a few different sentences, but always stopped before he got more than a few syllables out.

FInally Allyson spoke. "I'm not sure. I guess we still look at you as a child. I mean, you were always the baby of the family." She said truthfully. "Of course you're not one."

"I am getting married." Luke said.

"I know, I know."Allyson said.

"You're not the heir." Bennet told him simply.. "I didn't want to burden you with all these responsibilities when I didn't have to. You always were...spontaneous. I didn't want to take that away from you, force you to be a prince instead of a kid"

"If you want to have the ladies do philanthropy projects, you can. It's completely up to you." Allyson offered. She seemed a bit reluctant about it, almost as if she didn't want to give him the choice, but Luke appreciated the gesture.

Still though, Allyson was right. Of course his parents, who must have considered every possible outcome of not doing these projects were correct. It would be a waste of most people's time. It wasn't like the girl he married was going to be the Queen of Illéa. The public wouldn't care as much about her spearheading charities and social reforms. As vulgar as it sounded, the public wanted someone to read about in magazines, someone to copy outfits from.

As much as it pained him to say it, Luke answered honestly. "No. You're right. There's no need for the philanthropy projects. Just next time please ask me."

"Of course." Bennet agreed quickly. "Now, one more thing."

"What?" Luke couldn't fathom what his Dad possibly wanted to bring up now of all times. If this was Bennet telling him that he had to fly to Dakaota first thing tomorrow, Luke was going to freak.

"To be blunt, Lady Reddlyn." Bennet answered him easily.

"What about her?"

Bennet pressed his lips together for a moment before speaking. "You and her haven't spent much time together lately, and the public doesn't like her that much. If you want to seriously consider her being your wife, then you need to do something to boost her popularity ratings."

"I went up to the roof with her yesterday." Luke insisted.

"Be that as it may, there are no photographs of that. Also, it's not very exciting. It won't change the people's minds about her.

"Why don't they like her?" Luke asked, In one of the few magazine articles he had read, it seemed like people were shipping them together. Didn't it say something like Lucable for the win.

He shouldn't be so surprised that the public's favor had shifted. It was hard to be consistently liked by everyone when one small move, or something as inconsequential as a smile that someone thought was ingenuine could cost you everything.

"You do know what her profession is, correct?" Bennet asked.

"She's a gambler." Luke stated unsurely. "Is there something wrong with that?"

Bennet sighed deeply. "On the surface, no. It's completely legal, unlike some of your selected," He was clearly still bitter about the whole Ophelia situation. " However, it's not exactly the most...widely respected position. Couple that with the fact that she mostly works at her family bars…" Bennet's voice trailed off as he expected Luke to pick up on his message. Maybe most people would have, but Luke was not most people.

"I don't get it." Luke scrunched his eyebrows.

"You know the saying, the house always wins?" Bennet asked him. Luke nodded, everyone had heard that before. "Well, Sable is essentially ensuring that."

"...and that's bad?" Luke asked in confusion.

"Like I said, legally it's fine. Or at least, there's nothing to suggest what she's doing is illegal. Of course, gambling facilities are strictly monitored, and so far it seems fine. Most people just don't appreciate that though. Especially when they're the ones being scammed out of money or whatever it was they wagered." Bennet explained patiently.

"Oh." Was all Luke said in response. "So, what do I do about that."

"Go visit a charity with her tomorrow. Tour a hospital. Talk to sick kids. I made arrangements with Northern Angeles Children's Hospital." Bennet told him. Well, luke didn't really have any better plans for tomorrow anyway. Why not?

"Sure." Luke agreed.

He really hoped he knew what he just agreed to.

With Sable though, you can never be sure.

A/N: So, this is officially chapter 30! Wow, I know, crazy right? There are four chapters left, plus the epilouge (I think, don't quote me on this. My planner is a bit unorganized). Anyway, Thank you for all of your lovely reviews, there was one guest review that I spent about five minutes trying to figure out who sent in ngl. Anyway, I hope everyone is having a great week so far, and until next time my friends!

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