Cress (The Lunar Chronicles #3) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,137
only the grumpy, wheezing doctor to act as his guide. So far, he hadn’t sensed a whole lot of warmth coming off the old man, who didn’t seem to think that fixing Thorne’s blindness was a big priority, not to mention the crazy babble he’d been spouting down in the tunnels. Nevertheless, here they were. In the palace. Heading toward the labs where they would find the equipment necessary to do all that weird pseudo-science optical-repair stuff the doctor had talked about.
Alone.
Just the two of them.
“This way,” said the doctor, and Thorne adjusted his direction, keeping one hand on the wall. He missed the cane, but he could hear it clacking up ahead of him, and the doctor seemed to need it more.
Thorne really, really hoped the doctor wasn’t about to keel over. That would ruin oh so many things about this day.
“See anybody?” Thorne asked.
“Don’t ask stupid questions.”
Thorne scowled, but kept his mouth shut. It was as they’d hoped. No one would expect a palace break-in from the top-secret escape tunnels, so while all the guard power was being kept at the palace gates and around the ballroom, he and the doctor should have the lab wing all to themselves.
At least, until it was time to draw some attention away from Cinder and Cress.
The surface of the wall changed beneath his fingers, from a warm, papery texture, to something cool and smooth. He heard a door open.
“Here,” said the doctor. “More stairs.”
“Why not take the elevator?”
“It’s android operated. Would require an authorized ID chip.”
Thorne gripped the handrail and followed the doctor up, and up. The doctor had to stop twice to catch his breath, and Thorne waited, trying to be patient, all the while wondering what Cress was doing. If she would be ready when the time came.
He didn’t dwell on it. She was with Wolf. She would be fine.
Finally, the doctor pushed open another door. A short distance across hard, slick floors. The new hum of lights overhead.
“Cozy Lab 6D. This is where I met the princess, you know.”
“Lab 6D. Right. I’ve had good success meeting princesses in research labs myself.” His nose wrinkled. The room smelled of hospitals, sterile and cold and medicinal.
“There’s a lab table about four steps ahead of you. Lie down.”
“Really? You don’t want to take a break, catch your breath…?”
“We don’t have time.”
Gulping, Thorne inched forward until his hand smacked a padded table. He sought out the edge before lifting himself onto it. Tissue paper crinkled beneath him. “But isn’t this the part where you shove sharp objects into my pelvic bone? Maybe we don’t want to rush.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Yes. Terribly so, yes.”
The doctor snorted. “Just like you. To finally show a bit of humanity beneath the arrogance, and of course it’s only a concern for yourself. I’m hardly surprised.”
“Wouldn’t you be a little concerned in this situation? My eyesight. My pelvis.”
“My country. My princess. My daughter.”
“What daughter? What are you even talking about?”
The doctor harrumphed and Thorne could hear him banging through drawers. “I suppose your eyesight was lost while attempting to rescue Crescent from that satellite. For that alone, I suppose I do owe you.”
Thorne scratched his cheek. “I suppose you do?”
“Did she tell you, by chance, how long she’d been imprisoned?”
“Cress? Seven years, in the satellite.”
“Seven years!”
“Yeah. Before that I guess she was kept with a bunch of other shells in some volcanic dormitories or something. I don’t remember. That thaumaturge had been collecting blood samples from them, but Cress didn’t seem to know why.”
A cabinet door slammed shut, followed by silence.
“Doctor?”
“Collecting blood samples? From shells?”
“Weird, right? But at least she wasn’t subjected to any bizarre genetic tampering like Wolf.” Thorne shook his head. “I’m not sure about those Lunar scientists. They seem to be doing a lot of crazy stuff up there.”
Another silence, before more rustling. Thorne heard a chair or a table being wheeled toward him.
“They must have been using shell blood to develop the antidote,” the doctor mused. “But the timing doesn’t make sense. She was taken before letumosis even broke out, here on Earth. Before it was known to exist.”
Thorne tilted his ear toward the doctor as his rambling faded off. “What now?”
“Unless … Unless.”
“Unless … what now?”
“Oh, stars. That’s why they wanted them. The poor children. My poor, sweet Crescent Moon…”
Thorne settled his chin on his palm. “Never mind. You finish your nonsensical ramblings and let me know when you’re ready to proceed.”
Another rumble of wheels on the hard floor. “You do not deserve her,