Rogue leaned forward. “Luke, did you, by any chance, talk to Mona Crawford about the place we’re heading to?”
Luke put the pieces together for a few seconds until the realization dawned on him moments later, his eyes gradually getting wider in both shock and fear and his chin quivering as if he was about to cry. It wouldn’t take a genius to notice that he was on the verge of panicking, so Rogue did what he could and took a deep breath to calm down, hoping that his gesture would have the same effect on the latter.
“It’s okay, we can’t do anything about that now,” he told him. Rogue then returned his gaze on the large mob of military men and silently made an estimation in his head. “Just…go straight ahead. As fast as you can.”
“Huh?” Luke turned to him in confusion, his mouth slightly ag
