Cress (The Lunar Chronicles #3) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,125
of the rooftops and Jacin picks us up and flies us out before they realize what’s going on. At least, that’s the idea.” She tucked a strand of hair behind an ear. “It does leave one more major problem though. I won’t be able to sneak in as a guest, or even a member of the staff. I’m too recognizable. So, how do I get into the palace without being noticed?”
“I could go without you?” suggested Iko.
Cinder shook her head. “Kai doesn’t know you. If we’re going to get him to trust us, I think … I think it has to be me.”
Jacin scoffed, the first sound he’d made, but Cinder ignored him.
Cress bit her lip as the others started making suggestions. She could disguise herself as a member of the media? Scale the back walls? Hide in an enormous bouquet of flowers?
Already red with embarrassment, Cress forced her mouth to open. “What about…” She trailed off as everyone turned to her. “Um.”
“What?” said Cinder.
“What about … the escape tunnels?”
“Escape tunnels?”
She pulled on her hair, wishing there was more of it to toy with, to twist and knot and take out her fluttering nerves on. But it was short now. Short and light and freeing, and everyone was still staring at her. Goose bumps raced down her arms.
“The ones that run beneath the palace. When they built it after the war, they had the tunnels put in to connect with fallout shelters and safe houses. In case of another attack.”
Cinder glanced at the netscreen. “None of the blueprints I’ve seen have said anything about escape tunnels.”
“They wouldn’t be very safe if everyone knew about them.”
“But how did you—” Cinder paused. “Never mind. Are you sure they’re still there?”
“Of course they are.”
“I don’t suppose you remember where any of them go?”
“Of course I do.” She wiped her clammy palms on her sides.
“Excellent.” Cinder looked on the verge of relaxing. “So, before we get into the details … are there any questio—”
“How long before we’re on Luna?” said Wolf, his voice gruff from misuse.
Cress gulped. His eyes were bloodshot. He looked like he could tear them all to pieces without a second thought.
Then she realized that there was a subtext to his question, one that everyone else had probably picked up on immediately. Scarlet. He really wanted to know, how long before he could go after Scarlet?
“A couple weeks, at least,” said Cinder. Her voice had gone quiet, apologetic. “Maybe as many as three…”
Jaw tightening, Wolf turned his head away. Otherwise, he remained motionless, a brooding shadow in the corner.
Thorne raised a finger and Cinder went rigid again. “Yes?”
“Doesn’t New Beijing Palace have its own medical labs? Say, medical labs that might have magical blindness-curing machines in them?”
Cinder narrowed her eyes. “You’re not coming. It’s too risky, and you would just be in the way.”
Thorne grinned, unperturbed. “Think about it, Cinder. When Cress takes out that security system, every guard in that palace is going to run to one of two places. To the security control center to see what’s going on, or to wherever their precious emperor is, to make sure he’s safe and sound. Unless there was another, even more obvious disturbance happening somewhere else in the palace.” He cupped his chin. “A big disturbance. Far, far away from you guys. Like, say, in the medical labs.”
Knotting her hands in her lap, Cress swiveled her attention between Thorne and Cinder, wondering what sort of disturbance he had in mind. For her part, Cinder looked torn. She kept opening her mouth, before slamming it shut again. She did not seem happy to be contemplating Thorne’s idea.
“I have a question too.”
Cress jumped and turned to peer over her shoulder at Jacin. He looked supremely bored, one elbow propped against the wall and his hand buried in his hair, as if he were about to fall asleep standing up. But his blue eyes were sharp as he stared at Cinder.
“Let’s say you manage to pull this off, not that I really think you will.”
Cinder folded her arms.
“You do understand that once Levana realizes what you’ve done, she’s not going to sit around waiting to see what you do next, right? The cease-fire will be over.”
“I do understand that,” said Cinder, her tone heavy as she pulled her gaze away from Jacin, meeting each of the others’ in turn. “If we succeed, we’ll be starting a war.”
Forty-Four
The morning of the wedding arrived. Cinder was a wreck of frazzled thoughts and skittish nerves, but at