Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles #1) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,59
studying the disease for some years now, and it appears that my scientists have finally discovered an antidote.”
Blood rushed to Kai’s head. “What?”
Levana pinched the vial between her thumb and forefinger and held it out to him. “This should be enough to cure one adult male,” she said, then clicked her tongue. “Awful timing, isn’t it?”
The world spun. Kai’s fingers itched to reach out and strangle her until his entire arms were shaking.
“Go ahead,” said Levana, a persistent warmth behind her gaze. “Take it.”
Kai snatched the vial away from her. “How long have you had this?”
The queen’s brow arched upward. “Why—it was only confirmed as a true antidote hours before my departure.”
She was lying. She was not even trying to hide the fact that she was lying.
Witch.
“Your Highness,” Torin said quietly, placing a firm hand on Kai’s shoulder. At first gentle, then squeezing—warning. Kai’s pulse began to filter the fantasies of murder, but only barely.
Levana folded her hands in her lap. “That vial is your gift. I hope you will find it helpful, young prince. I believe it is in both of our interests to rid your planet of this disease. My scientists could have thousands of dosages prepared by month’s end. However, such an undertaking, coupled with six years’ worth of work and resources, has put quite a strain on my own country, and so I’m sure you’ll understand the need for compensation. That will require further negotiations.”
Kai’s lungs constricted. “You would withhold this? When so many are dying?” It was a stupid question. She’d already withheld it long enough—what was it to her if more Earthens suffered in the meantime?
“You have much to learn about politics. I think you will soon discover that it is all about give and take, my dear handsome prince.”
His pulse pounded against his temples. He knew his face had gone red, that his anger was playing right into her game, but he didn’t care. How dare she use this as a political bargaining chip? How dare she?
Sybil stood suddenly. “We have a guest.”
Releasing a pent-up breath, Kai followed Sybil’s gaze to the doorway, glad to look away from the queen, and gasped. “Nainsi!”
Nainsi’s sensor flashed. “Your Highness, I apologize for my interruption.”
Kai shook his head, trying to dispel his surprise. “How—when—?”
“My consciousness has been restored for one hour and forty-seven minutes,” said the android. “And I am now reporting for duty. Might I offer my condolences on the untimely loss of Emperor Rikan. My heart is broken from the news.”
Kai heard Queen Levana snort behind him. “The idea that a pile of metal could experience emotion is insulting. Send this monstrosity away.”
Kai pursed his lips, having a number of choice words to say about her heartlessness, but instead he turned to Torin. “Indeed, let me remove this monstrosity from Her Majesty’s presence and have her reinstated into active status.”
He half expected Torin to chastise him for the sorry escape plan, but Torin seemed too relieved that the argument was over. Kai noticed he’d gone pale and wondered how hard it had been for Torin to dominate his own temper. “Of course. Perhaps Her Majesty would like a tour of the gardens?”
Kai glared at Queen Levana, filling the look with loathing, and clipped his heels together. “Thank you for your considerate gift,” he said with a short bow.
“It was my pleasure, Your Highness.”
Kai left the room with Nainsi at his side. When they had reached the main corridor, he released a guttural scream and slammed his fist into the nearest wall, then fell against it, pressing his forehead against the plaster.
When his breathing was manageable, he turned around, suddenly wanting to cry—from anger, from desperation, from relief. Nainsi was back.
“You can’t imagine how happy I am to see you.”
“So it appears, Your Highness.”
Kai shut his eyes. “You don’t even know. The past few days. I was sure our research would be lost.”
“All records seem to be intact, Your Highness.”
“Good. We need to get back to the search right away—it’s more important now than ever.”
He struggled to contain the panic clawing at his insides. His coronation was still nine days away. Queen Levana had not been on Earth for twenty-four hours and she’d already turned their alliance negotiations upside down. What other secrets could she reveal before his coronation, when the role to protect his country would truly fall to him?
His head pounded. He despised her—for everything she was, for everything she’d done, for how she’d turned Earth’s suffering into a game of politics.