in the wall.
It took Cinder a moment, but then she stammered, “Yes. Everyone but you.”
A hand landed on Cress’s head. She gasped and recoiled, but Thorne was already wrapping his arm around her shoulders and squeezing her against him. “Just checking it was you,” he whispered.
She blinked up at his profile. The hours they’d spent apart suddenly felt like days, and she realized it could as easily have been him that was being left behind, instead of the doctor. She dug herself further into his embrace.
“I am sorry,” said Dr. Erland, the words crisply spoken, like he’d been waiting to say them. He looked more fragile than ever sitting on that lab table, his face carved with wrinkles. “Miss Linh. Mr. Wolf.” He sighed. “Crescent.”
Her eyes widened. No one had called her that since Sybil. How had he even known?
It was a common name on Luna. Perhaps it was a lucky guess.
“I’ve hurt you all in some way. Been at least partly responsible for some tragedy in your lives. I am sorry.”
Cress gulped, feeling a twinge of regret in the base of her stomach. The doctor still wore a bruise on his jaw from where she’d hit him.
“I have made some important discoveries,” said the doctor. “How much time can you spare?”
Cinder’s hand tightened around the microphone. “Jacin’s ETA is in six minutes.”
“That will have to suffice.” The sorrow on the old man’s face hardened. “Is His Majesty with you?”
“He’s unconscious,” said Cinder.
His eyebrows lifted, almost imperceptibly. “I see. Would you be so kind as to pass on a message to him?” Before Cinder could respond, the doctor pulled on his hat and inhaled a deep breath. “This plague is not a random tragedy. It is biological warfare.”
“What?” Cinder planted her hands on the desk. “What do you mean?”
“The Lunar crown has been using antibodies found in the blood of the ungifted to manufacture an antidote for at least sixteen years, and perhaps much longer. But sixteen years ago, letumosis didn’t even exist, unless it, too, had been manufactured in a Lunar laboratory. Lunars wanted to weaken Earth, and to create a dependency on their antidote.” He patted his chest, as if looking for something in his pocket, but then seemed to realize it was missing. “Right. I’ve indicated my findings on the portscreen that is now in Mr. Thorne’s possession. Please give it to His Majesty when he is recovered. Earth should know that this war did not start with the recent attacks. This war has been going on beneath our noses for over a decade, and I do fear Earth is losing.”
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Cinder leaned down into the microphone. “We’re not going to lose.”
“I believe you, Miss Linh.” The doctor’s breath shuddered. “Now, would … would Cress come closer, please?”
Cress stiffened. She pressed against Thorne’s side as the others all looked at her, and it was only his gentle nudge that unstuck her feet. She crept toward the window that divided them from the quarantine room.
Only now, as she came to stand before the microphone, did she realize it was a one-way window. She could see the doctor, but on the other side he was probably looking at a reflection of himself.
Cinder cleared her throat, not taking her curious gaze off Cress. “She’s here.”
A pathetic smile tried to climb up the doctor’s lips, but failed.
“Crescent. My Crescent Moon.”
“How do you know my full name?” she asked, too confused to recognize the harshness of her tone.
But the doctor did not seem fazed, even as his lips began to tremble. “Because I named you.”
She shivered, clawing her hands into the folds of her skirt.
“I want you to know that it nearly killed me when I lost you, and I have thought of you every day.” His gaze hovered somewhere near the base of the window. “I always wanted to be a father. Even as a young man. But I was recruited into the crown’s team of scientists immediately following my education—such an honor, you know. My career became everything, and there was no time for a family. I was already in my forties when I married, my wife another scientist whom I had known for many years and never thought I liked very much until she decided that she liked me. She was not much younger than me, and the years passed, and I had given up hope … until, one day, she was pregnant.”
A chill slipped down Cress’s spine. It felt like listening to an old,