Chapter 40

“That part should work, if the bastard shows up,” Owen agreed. “Can he find you anywhere else but there, Luke?”

“No. I haven’t gone in to work, even though it was a day job.”

“Good. And otherwise, you’ve been here all the time since Finn rescued your ass?”

“Yep.”

“That being the case, is Jourdain going to think it’s strange when Luke shows up for class?” Owen asked Finn.

“I figure he’s going to know it’s a setup. But he wants Luke and he’s egotistical enough to be certain he can grab him, and deal with me, with no problems.”

“Ego’s a good thing—for us.”

“Don’t underestimate him, Owen. He’s around nine hundred years old, from what I know about him.”

“I’m no spring chicken either,” Owen retorted.

Luke eyed him. He appeared to be, maybe, thirty. “How old are you really?” he asked.

“Closing in on my sixth century.”

“Jeez,” Luke whispered. “I thought Finn…Never mind.”