Scarlet (The Lunar Chronicles #2) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,64
sure she misunderstood. Sure he must be mistaken. But Wolf’s attention held her, penetrating and sure.
“Why would my grandmother—” She shook her head. “The Lunar princess is dead!”
“There’s evidence that she survived the fire, and that someone rescued her and brought her to Earth,” said Wolf. “And, Scarlet…”
“What?”
“Are you sure your grandma doesn’t know anything?”
Her jaw hung for so long her tongue turned dry and sticky in her mouth. “She’s a farmer! She’s lived in France her whole life. How would she know anything?”
“She was in the military before she was a farmer. She traveled then.”
“That was over twenty years ago. How long has the princess been missing? Ten, fifteen years? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“You can’t discount it.”
“Sure I can!”
“What if she does know something?”
She frowned, but her disbelief faded upon seeing Wolf’s growing desperation.
“Scarlet,” he said, “Ran said that the assignment had been called off—he could only have meant the search for the princess. I can’t imagine why, after so many years … but if it’s true, then it may mean they have no more use of your grandmother.”
A pang in her stomach. “So they would let her go?”
Wrinkles formed around Wolf’s lips, and a weight dropped onto Scarlet’s chest. He didn’t need to speak for her to see his answer.
No. No, they would not let her go.
She sucked in a dizzying breath, dropping her attention to the streaks of moonlight on the tracks below.
“If I’d known … if I’d met you before … I want to help you, Scarlet. I want to try and make this better, but they want information that I don’t have. The best thing for your grandmother is to be useful. Even if they have stopped looking for Selene, there may still be something she knows, or something in her past, anything that would make her valuable to them. That’s why, if there’s anything you know, any information you have … It’s the best chance you have of saving her. You can barter for her. Give them the information they want.”
Her frustration nearly enveloped her. “I don’t know what they want.”
“Think. Has there ever been anything suspicious? Anything your grandma has said or done that struck you as peculiar?”
“She does peculiar things all the time.”
“That’s related to Lunars? Or the princess?”
“No, she’s…” She paused. “I mean, she’s always been more sympathetic to them than most people. She’s not quick to judge.”
“What else?”
“Nothing. Nothing else. She has nothing to do with the Lunars.”
“There’s evidence that that’s not true.”
“What evidence? What are you talking about?”
Wolf scratched at his hair. “She must have told you that she’s been to Luna.”
Scarlet pressed her palms against her eyelids, sucking in a shaky breath. “You’re insane. Why would my grandmother have ever gone to Luna?”
“She was part of the only diplomatic mission to be sent from Earth to Luna in the last fifty years. She was the pilot that brought the Earthen officials. The visit lasted almost two weeks, so she must have had some interaction with Lunars.…” He frowned. “She never told you any of this?”
“No! No, she never told me any of this! When was this?”
Wolf looked away, and she could see his hesitation.
“Wolf. When was this?”
He gulped. “Forty years ago,” he said, his tone going quiet again. “Nine months before your father was born.”
Twenty-Three
The world spun. Scarlet searched Wolf’s face for a joke that never came. “My father.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured. “I thought she must have told you … something about this.”
“But … how do you know all this?”
“It all ties back to the princess. Evidence suggests she was taken off Luna by a man named Logan Tanner, a doctor.” He searched her for some recognition, but the name meant nothing to Scarlet. Wolf continued, “The only Earthens Dr. Tanner would have had contact with prior to taking the princess were those who had been on the same mission as your grandmother. People who knew him suspected that Dr. Tanner had had a liaison with Michelle Benoit during her stay. Those theories became more plausible when we learned that Michelle had given birth to a son, with no record of the father, nine months later.”
Unable to stay standing, Scarlet sank to the ground. If Wolf was telling the truth … if these theories were correct … then her grandfather was Lunar.
A flurry of thoughts passed before her. Clues she’d never known she was collecting settled into place. Why her grandma was so sympathetic to Lunars. Why she never talked about Scarlet’s grandfather. Why she had insisted