"YOU BELIEVE me?" Lucas was too afraid to let the relief swamp him just yet, because he'd been more and more convinced, all through the barbed questioning and the truthful but--Lucas had to admit--somewhat ludicrous answers, that he would eventually be taken away in chains to the bailey for kidnapping the Prince. Or at least misplacing him. Lucas's knees buckled and he sank down to the unmade bed where Alex had last night turned the world into something wonderful, a world that was since seeming farther and farther away every second Lucas spent in this bizarre alternate universe that looked an awful lot like his but had abruptly turned into something much more awful and bewildering. "But... why?"
"Because you're telling the truth, love." Alex sat down next to Lucas with a very discreet hand set to the small of Lucas's back.
"Well, yes, but...." Lucas threw his hands out. "*I* wouldn't believe me!"