“I mean it. You’re not a dog who can’t be taught new tricks. You can learn to be good at something other than fighting. We’ll find something else you can do.”
Wolf ruffled his hair with a fist, making it even messier than usual. “That isn’t why I’m telling you this,” he said, his tone calmer now, but still discouraged. “It won’t even matter once we get to Paris, but it seemed important for you to know that I don’t enjoy it. I hate losing control like that. I’ve always hated it.”
The fight flashed through Scarlet’s memories. How Wolf had released the other fighter so quickly. How he’d hurled himself off the stage as if trying to outrun himself.
She gulped. “Were you ever the … the omega?”
A flash of insult passed over his face. “Of course not.”
Scarlet quirked an eyebrow, and Wolf seemed to recognize the arrogance in his tone a moment too late. Evidently, the craving for status hadn’t left him yet.
“No,” he said, softer now. “I made sure that I was never the omega.” Standing, he marched again to the window and peered out at rolling vineyard hills.
Scarlet pursed her lips, feeling something akin to guilt. It was easy to forget the risk Wolf was taking when all she could think of was getting her grandma back. Sure, Wolf may have gotten out of the gang, but now he was going right back to them.
“Thank you for agreeing to help me,” she said after a long silence. “No one else was exactly lining up to help.”
He shrugged stiffly, and when it was clear he wasn’t going to respond, Scarlet sighed and started clicking the channels again. She stopped on a newsfeed.
SEARCH CONTINUES FOR ESCAPED LUNAR FUGITIVE LINH CINDER.
She jerked upward. “Escaped?”
Wolf turned and read the ticker before frowning at her. “You hadn’t heard?”
“No. When?”
“A day or two ago.”
Scarlet cupped her chin, entranced by the unfolding news. “I had no idea. How is that possible?”
The screen started to replay the footage from the ball.
“They say someone helped her. A government employee.” Wolf pressed a hand against the windowsill. “It makes one wonder what they would do in such a situation. If a Lunar needed help and you had the ability to help them, even though it would put you and your family at risk, would you do it?”
Scarlet frowned, barely listening. “I wouldn’t risk my family for anyone.”
Wolf dropped his gaze to the cheap carpet. “Your family? Or your grandmother?”
Rage came to her like a spiggot turned to full, remembering her father. How he’d come to her farm wearing that transmitter. How he’d torn her hangar apart.
“Grand-mère’s the only family I have left.” Rubbing her clammy palms on her pants, Scarlet stood. “I could use an espresso.”
She hesitated, not sure what she wanted his response to be when she asked, “Do you want to come to the dining car with me?”
His gaze slipped past her shoulder, to the door, looking torn.
Scarlet met his indecision with a smile, both teasing and friendly. Perhaps a little flirtatious. “It has been almost a full two hours since you ate. You must be famished.”
Something flickered across Wolf’s face, something bordering on panic. “No, thank you,” he said quickly. “I’ll stay here.”
“Oh.” The brief rush of her pulse slipped away. “All right. I’ll be back soon.”
As she was shutting the door behind her, she saw Wolf push his hand roughly through his hair with a relieved sigh—like he’d narrowly avoided a trap.
Seventeen
The train’s corridor was buzzing with activity. Making her way to the dining car, Scarlet passed servant androids delivering boxed lunches, a woman in a stiff business suit talking sternly at her port, a waddling toddler curiously opening every door he passed.