Cress (The Lunar Chronicles #3) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,158
the incompetence of your security team will not be ignored.”
With no argument, and another low bow, the adviser left.
As soon as he was gone, Levana whipped the veil off her head and threw it onto the settee. “The young emperor has been kidnapped, and from his own palace. Earthens are pathetic. It’s amazing they haven’t already become extinct.”
“I do not disagree, Your Majesty. I trust Mr. Konn did not inform you of this evening’s other interesting development?”
“What development?”
Aimery’s eyes danced. “It appears that Dr. Sage Darnel is in this palace, trapped in a quarantine room in the research wing.”
“Sage Darnel?” She paused. “Daring to return after he assisted the escape of that wretched girl?”
“No doubt they’ve been working together, although I’ve been led to believe that Dr. Darnel won’t be around for much longer. It appears he’s contracted an unusual strain of letumosis, one that seems to be much faster acting than the common strain. And, of course, he is Lunar.”
Her pulse skipped. This did open up some interesting possibilities.
“Take me to him,” she said, sliding her true wedding ring back onto her finger. The other, that would cement her to Emperor Kaito, she left behind.
“I must warn you,” Aimery said as she followed him into the corridor, “that the elevators throughout the palace are malfunctioning. We’ll be forced to take the stairs.”
“Earthens,” she growled, lifting the hem of her skirt.
It was like traversing an endless labyrinth, but finally they reached the research wing. A crowd of officials had gathered outside the lab and Levana sneered to think that they’d intended to keep this from her when Sage Darnel, like Linh Cinder, was her problem to deal with, however it pleased her.
As she entered the lab room, she slipped into the minds of the men and women around her and impressed a strong need to be elsewhere.
The room was cleared within seconds, but for her and Aimery.
It was a crisp, chemical-smelling room. All bright lights and hard edges. And on the other side of a tinted window, Dr. Sage Darnel was laid out on a lab table, holding a gray cap against his stomach.
With the exception of the security footage that showed him helping Linh Cinder escape from prison, Levana hadn’t seen him since he disappeared over a decade ago. Once, he had been one of her most promising scientists, making grand advances in the development of her lupine soldiers on an almost monthly basis.
But time had not been kind to him. His face had become worn and wrinkled. He was balding, and what was left of his hair was tufted and gray. And then there was the disease. His reptilian skin was covered in bruise-like blotches and a rash that was bubbling up like blisters, piling on top of each other. His fingertips had already begun to turn blue. No, he would not be around much longer.
Levana floated toward the window. A light was on beside a microphone, indicating that communication was open between the two rooms.
“My good Dr. Darnel. I did not think I would ever again have the pleasure.”
His eyes opened, still fervently blue behind his spectacles. His attention was locked on the ceiling, and though it occurred to Levana that this was no doubt a one-way window, it annoyed her that he wouldn’t bother to face her.
“Your Majesty,” he said, his tone brittle. “I thought I might hear your voice one more time.”
Beside her, Aimery checked a portscreen at his belt, and excused himself with a low bow.
“I must say, I’m delighted with this irony. You left an honorable position on Luna to come to Earth and devote your last withering years to finding a cure for this disease. A disease that I already have the antidote for. In fact … come to think of it, I might have some samples with me in the palace. I like to keep them on hand in the event something tragic should happen to my betrothed, or someone else necessary to my objectives. I could have the antidote brought to you, but I don’t suppose I will.”
“Worry not, My Queen. I would not take it from you even if you did, now that I know what lengths you’ve gone to obtain it.”
“The lengths I’ve gone to? In order to cure a disease that, until this day, did not affect my own people? I do believe that’s rather charitable of me, wouldn’t you say?”
He slowly, slowly sat up. His head fell to his chest as he tried to recapture his