195: HIS FUNERAL

LUKE'S POV Burning in intense rage, I pushed Harriet away from me hard. "Let go of me, Harriet!" I yelled, my anger boiling over. She stumbled and fell to the ground, her smirk finally fading. "You can't do this to me, Luke. You can't just leave me like this! I'm not going to let you." "I can do whatever I want, Harriet. And right now, I want to find Ariel and make sure she's safe." "She doesn't deserve you, Luke. She never did," Harriet spat. "I'm the one for you. You are meant for me. We are meant for each other." "That's not for you to decide. Now tell me, where is she?" "I don't know. But even if I did, I wouldn't say a damn thing." "You better tell me now, Harriet. I know how brutal and crazy you can be." "You don't know me at all, Luke. You never did," she hissed, standing up and brushing herself off. "I know enough to know that you're capable of anything," I retorted, my fists clenched at my sides. "You know what? Fine. To find your precious Ariel. But don't come cryin