Together, she and the man heaved Wolf away, dropping him onto the concrete.
“Please,” said Cinder. “Your grandmother?”
“She’s in the opera house,” Scarlet said. “She’s dead.”
The girl gaped at her, with pity or disappointment—Scarlet couldn’t tell which. Sitting up, she flattened her palm against Wolf’s chest, relieved to feel it rise beneath her touch. “They were looking for you.”
Surprise quickly stole away the girl’s sympathy.
“Come on,” said the man from behind her, stooping and hooking his elbow beneath Scarlet’s armpit. “Time to go.”
“No! I’m not leaving him!” She scrambled out of his hold and crawled toward Wolf’s unconscious body, tying her arms around his head. The strangers gawked at her like she was mad. “He’s not like the rest.”
“He’s exactly like the rest!” said the man. “He was trying to eat you!”
“He saved my life!”
The strangers exchanged disbelieving glances, and the girl gave a baffled shrug.
“Fine,” the man said. “You take the helm.”
He pulled Scarlet off Wolf while the girl grabbed Wolf’s wrist and hoisted him up over her shoulder, grunting with the effort.
The man skirted behind and grabbed Wolf’s legs. “Holy spades,” he muttered, already breathless. “What are these guys made of?”
Cinder started moving toward the opera house at a pace only barely slower than a jaunt. Scarlet ducked in between them, supporting Wolf’s abdomen as well as she could as they awkwardly stumbled across the square.
Past the woman, the gleaming form of a military cargo ship poked out from the next street.
A howl nearly startled Scarlet into dropping Wolf’s body. She could not imagine feeling more vulnerable, her arms wrapped around Wolf’s torso, leaving her stomach and chest exposed, moving at this snail’s pace, sweating, exhausted, in pain. Blood oozing down her side.
“You better have those tranquilizers ready,” the man said.
“Can only … put in … one at a time…”
The man cursed beneath his breath, then gasped. “Cinder! Ten o’—”
There was a snap and a dart lodged itself into a man’s chest on the sidewalk in front of the theater. He had crumpled to the ground before Scarlet even realized he was there.
“Let’s pick it up,” the man behind her said. “How many more of those do you have?”
“Just three,” the girl panted.
“Gonna have to restock.”
“Right. I’ll just … head down … to the convenience store, and—” She didn’t finish, the strain too much.
Cinder tripped and they all stumbled, Wolf’s body landing on the ground with a thud. Scarlet pulled out from beneath him and her heart lurched to see blood gushing out of his wounds, made worse from the trek. “Wolf!”
An eerie howling rose up all around them. Much closer than it had seemed before.
“Open the ramp!” the girl yelled, startling the man.
“We need bandages,” said Scarlet.
The girl got to her feet and grasped Wolf’s wrists again. “There are bandages on the ship. Come on.”
The man ran ahead, screaming, “Iko! Open the hatch!”