Keeper of The Lost Cities: Matchmaking

Chapter 20

                                                                             (Keefe POV)

Let's just say that Keefe DIDN'T want to go to the Tribunal. If it was a place where the Council would be threatening and sentencing his best friend, then he definitely had no place there.

But Sophie was going.

So Keefe had to go. To calm her down. To help her.

Fitz wasn't there to help her. So he needed to be there to fill in for him. Or maybe even replace him?

Actually, NO. Never. Well, at least not until Sophie was fine with it. Which would probably be well... never, actually.

Keefe sighed and Sophie turned around to face him. She took his hands into hers and squeezed them tightly, "I'm going. I have to. If you don't want to join, that's ok. But, I have to go."

Keefe sighed again and then mumbled, "It's ok. I have to go to. No putting of the inevitable, am I right?"

Sophie gave him a small smile that looked more like a grimace.

Alden nodded to both of them and they all grabbed each others hands, then lightleaped to Eternalia.

When they entered the Tribunal Hall, Keefe felt his heart sputter to a stop. Almost the whole ENTIRE Elvin world seemed to be here! If Fitz would get punished in front of ALL of these people, how would the Black Swan ever regain the elves confidence that they were actually doing things right.

Unlike the Council.

Keefe turned towards the glittering thrones filled with glittering people and aimed his glare at them. He glanced at Sophie out of the corner of his eye and found her doing the exact same thing. Except now she was also marching toward the Council.

But before she could even take a step, a hand grabbed her and she had to muffle her scream. Thankfully it was only Sandor and Ro was right behind him too.

Sandor pulled her back but Sophie twisted out of his grasp and ran up the steps to the sparkly 12 adults, her heels clicking along the marbled floor.

Keefe didn't do anything. He didn't interfere. It was time for Sophie to let the Council know who was the boss. And the boss was Lady Fos-Boss.

A/N: Hehehehehehehehe, get it? Lady Fos-Boss = The Boss! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA sryyyyyy

When Sophie reached the top step where all the Councillors sat--regal as ever--she tripped on the last step, but still drew herself up to her full height and demanded, her cheeks red with fury, "Why are you doing this? Fitz isn't the one you should be blaming. It's the Sirens!"

The Council's 'we are all the best people in the world' act slipped for a moment and their calm, peaceful expressions morphed into pure terror and shock.

Everyone in the room but Sophie, Keefe, Sandor, and Ro gasped, dismayed by this revelation.

Keefe could hear the people next to him whispering in snotty tones, "How does she know? She's not the boss of this world."

Another person countered, "Um, yes she is?"

Keefe shot glares at them too and they quieted immediately.

Then, he got a glimpse of Fitz. He looked... VERY BAD. And concerned. And hurt and betrayed and filled with sorrow. At least that's what Keefe imagined, as Fitz was too far away for him to feel him emotions.

Keefe looked away once more and then looked back. But, when he stared at the metal chair where Fitz was supposed to be sitting, he couldn't find any trace of his best friend. All he saw was an empty chair.

Fitz had... disappeared.