Keeper of the Lost Cities: Unlocked: A Fan-fiction

Chapter Thirty-Two - Keefe

Three things I totally forgot:

1) Um, so, Fintan is in Exile. I'm really ashamed to admit I forgot this detail; it was my brother who pointed it out to me... but honestly he (Fintan, not my brother,) isn't that important to my version of the story so let's just forget he was ever in Exile, kay?

2) So, turns out Fitz was supposed to be in the last chapter, because he was there when Sandor called them in the chapter before last. But... again, I totally forgot, so let's just pretend he never heard any of it. Okay? So, he knows nothing about any of the stuff revealed above.

3) I realized this a while ago, I was just too embarrassed to admit it, and I couldn't see any logical way to work around it. So bear with my imperfections here: uh, the rest of the bodyguards? Yeah, forgot about them... I don't know if I've even mentioned them. Oops. Like, major oops. But I'm not going to go back fix it all. So... sorry! Pretend they don't exist lol.

Now, on to the (very short) chapter!

"Gotta go, Pretty Boy!" Ro yelled, dashing toward Keefe, who was laying on his bed, tossing his imparter up and down lazily. He'd been contemplating whether or not to call Foster. Ro had been off in a corner, speaking to someone on the imparter. Keefe had assumed she was talking to Bo, and he was prepared to tease her relentlessly about it when she got off the call. But from the sound of her yell, that wasn't who she had been talking to.

"I'll explain on the way. To the Vortinator, Lord Hunkyhair," Ro said in a rushed voice, picking Keefe up fully off the bed and plopping him on the floor, feet first. Keefe grunted, but followed Ro as she ran out of the room.

Due to the ogre princess's long legs, Keefe was puffing from keeping up with her as she ran down the hallway, but Ro wasn't even breaking a sweat.

"What-" Keefe gasped, "are we doing?" he huffed. "What's going on?"

"Your puffy leader called. Apparently, they found out some huge secret from the prisoners. So you're being summoned."

"Eep," was all Keefe could manage.

***

"Gethen's my..." Keefe choked. Gethen was his uncle? Seriously? Another relative he didn't know about? And, to top it off, another evil one? Weren't two enough? He was even more grateful for Stella, now.

Councilor Oralie's reception room was pink and fluffy. But the cheerful look was canceled out by the two murderers bound in front of him. Foster, Forkle, Sandor, Ro, Oralie, and, of course, Fintan and Gethen were the only ones in the room.

"So, just to be clear," Keefe said, clearing his throat and glancing at Foster and Forkle, "Gethen, the evil murderer, is my mom's brother? He's my uncle?"

Foster nodded slowly, watching him carefully. Besides the obvious shock swirling in her, Keefe could feel a lot of worry. About him, he realized with a start.

"Yes, Mr. Sencen," Mr. Forkle said.

Keefe took a moment to process that. He wondered if he should ask Gethen about his mother. See if he would tell anything else about her. But Keefe wasn't really in the mood to talk to another horrible relative at the moment.

"Unfortunately," Mr. Forkle said quietly, "that is not the only thing we need to discuss, Miss Foster, Mr. Sencen. Actually," he shook his head, "Mr. Sencen, you do not need to be here for this discussion."

Keefe opened his mouth to argue, but Foster interrupted.

"He can stay," she said. She blushed. "I mean, if you want to," she said, glancing at him bashfully.