Sybil had released her power over Wolf. The gunshot had weakened her—she could no longer control him.
Wolf collapsed against the guard, and they both crumpled to the ground. The guard grappled for purchase, keeping a tight hold on the gun as he shoved Wolf away. Pale and shaking, Wolf couldn’t even fight back. Blood puddled around them, slicking the floor.
“WOLF!” Scarlet raised the gun toward the thaumaturge again, but Sybil had already scrambled up, limping behind the nearest podship.
Cinder dove for Wolf, grabbing him under both arms and dragging him away from the guard. He flailed his legs, his heels slipping on the blood, but otherwise offered no assistance.
The guard rose up to a crouch, panting, covered in blood, his own side bleeding from Cinder’s projectile. He still held the gun.
As Cinder stared at him, she saw the choice.
Take control of the guard before he raised the gun and killed her.
Or take control of Wolf and give him the strength he needed to get out of the dock before he bled to death.
The guard held her gaze for one throbbing moment, before he hauled himself up and ran toward his mistress.
Cinder didn’t wait to see whether he was going to kill her or protect her.
Clenching her fists, she blocked out everything around them, focusing only on Wolf and the bioelectricity that simmered around him. He was weak. This was not like trying to control him in their mock fights. She found her will slipped easily into his, and though his body protested, she urged him to stiffen his legs. Just enough to take most of his weight off her. Just enough so she could carry him, limping, into the corridor.
She dropped Wolf against the wall. Her palms were sticky with blood.
“What’s happening?” Iko wailed over the speakers.
“Keep your sensor on this corridor,” said Cinder. “When all three of us are safely out of the dock, shut the door and open the hatch.”
Sweat dripping into her eyes, she rushed back into the dock. All she needed was to get Scarlet and let Iko open the hatch. The vacuum of space would take care of the rest.
She spotted the thaumaturge first. Not ten paces in front of her.
She had a clear shot.
Nerves humming with adrenaline, she lifted her hand and prepared a projectile. She took aim.
Scarlet leaped in front of her, her arms out in a T. Her expression was blank, her mind under the thaumaturge’s control.
Cinder almost wilted with relief. Without hesitating, she grabbed Scarlet around the waist with one arm and raised the other to let off a volley of projectiles toward the thaumaturge—more to keep her at bay than in hopes of doing any real damage. The last of her welded nails struck the metal walls as Cinder stumbled and fell back into the corridor.
She noticed the orange light in her vision at the same moment she screamed, “Iko, now!”
As the corridor door zipped shut, she spotted Sybil racing toward the nearest pod, and a glimpse of feet on the other side of the podship.
The guard’s feet.
But—
But—
Blue jeans and tennis shoes?
Cinder shoved Scarlet’s body away with a scream.
The glamour vanished, along with the orange light in her vision. Scarlet’s red hoodie flickered, transforming into the Lunar uniform. The guard groaned and rolled away. He was bleeding from the wound in his side.
She’d grabbed the guard. Sybil had tricked her. Which meant—
“No—Scarlet! Iko!”
She threw herself at the control panel and punched in the code to open the door, but an error flashed at her. On the other side, the docking hatch was opening. A curdled scream echoed through the corridor, and Cinder almost didn’t realize it was hers.
“Cinder! What’s happening? What—”
“Scarlet’s in there.… She has…”
She raked her fingernails viciously along the door’s airtight seal, unable to keep away the vision of Scarlet being pulled out into space.
“Cinder, the podship!” said Iko. “She’s taking the podship. Two life-forms aboard.”
“What?”
Cinder looked up at the panel. Sure enough, the room’s scanners indicated there was only one shuttle still docked.
The thaumaturge had survived, and she’d taken Scarlet with her.
Eleven
“She has Scarlet,” said Cinder. “Quick—close the hatch! I’ll take the other pod, I’ll follow them—”
Her words faltered, her brain catching up.
She did not know how to fly a podship.
But she could figure it out. She could download some instructions and she could … she would have to …
“Your friend is dying.”
She spun around. She’d forgotten about the Lunar guard.
He was pressing a hand to his side, where Cinder’s projectile was still embedded, but his attention