He’d done a flyby first to make sure there was no one there. “They’re coming!” Isabella tripped. Luke caught her before she fell. Shit. He had to get her out of there. “They told me you have the necklace,” Ren said. Luke urged Isabella to go faster. “I do. I brought it for you.” “No.” Ren held up his hand. “I don’t want it. It brings death. I don’t want to bring that onto my grandson. He’s the last of the tribe, and I don’t want him killed by a past that is about death. I have new ways and I want him to as well. The cycle of death must end.” Luke swore. “It’s yours.” He needed to ditch it. “Take the damn thing.” “No.” Ren shook his head. “I don’t accept it.” “Don’t make him,” Isabella panted. “We need it.” They headed down a steep hill, and Luke had to slow to let Isabella keep up. “For God’s sake, Isabella! Don’t you get it? The only answer is to get out. Ditch the necklace and leave.” “Like you did?” she snapped.
