He reminds me of Ben, Luke thought. But that didn’t make any sense. The two men had nothing in common. Obi-Wan Kenobi had been tall and gaunt, dressed in a ragged cloak, his frown hidden by a dense beard, his eyes piercing, Fess was nearly twenty years younger, his soft features rounded by a life of ease and plentiful food, clothed in fine robes, his face frozen in a false smile.
There had been no falseness in Ben. And yet…
What is it? Luke thought, frustrated. He didn’t know if he was asking himself—or Ben. What is it about this man. This…
“Ferus?” The word popped out of his mouth before he realized what he was saying, as if someone else had spoken it.
Fess took an abrupt step backward, growing even paler.
“Ferus,” Luke said again, filled with an inexplicable certainty. The word drifted through his mind like a whisper. He didn’t know what it meant, but he somehow knew he was speaking truth.
“No,” Fess said, with quiet intensity. “Not anymore.”
Excerpt from Alex Wheeler's Rebel Force Book 2 - Hostage
