Scarlet (The Lunar Chronicles #2) - Marissa Meyer Page 0,74
We’ll trade for my grandmother’s safety. Isn’t that—”
“Don’t go.”
His gaze trapped her in the darkness. Tousled hair, faint scars, flecks of sleep in his eyelashes. Wolf twisted a curl of her hair around his fingers.
“Don’t go looking for your grandmother.”
A streak of orange light flashed through the door and vanished.
“I have to.”
“No, Scarlet, you don’t have to.” He grasped her hand, engulfing it in both of his. “There’s nothing you can do for her. If you go, you’ll only be putting yourself in danger. Would your grandmother want that?”
Scarlet yanked her hand out of Wolf’s grip.
“We can run away,” he continued, his fingers scrambling for contact, knotting themselves around her pockets. “We’ll disappear in the forest. Go to Africa, or the Commonwealth. We can survive and they’ll never find us. I can keep you safe, Scarlet. I can protect you.”
“What are you talking about? Just last night you said that if I had any information it could help, it could be my grandma’s only chance, and now I have information. I thought that’s what you wanted.”
“Maybe,” he said. “Maybe, if you had a full name, an address, something specific. But a last name and a country—an enormous country—and a description? Scarlet, if you tell them this, they’ll only take you captive, in hopes that you’ll be able to identify this man.”
Tugging at her zipper, she studied him, how his eyes were more crazed with every breath he took.
“Good,” she said. “Then we’ll offer to trade me for my grandmother.”
He shrank back, shaking his head, but Scarlet was bolstered. “We’ll go together. You can tell them that you have information, but you’ll only give it to them on the condition that they let you walk away free, and that you take my grandmother with you. And they can have me.”
Wolf shuddered.
“Wolf, you have to promise me you’ll take care of her. We don’t know what kind of condition she’ll be in. If they’ve … if she’s hurt … you’ll have to take care of her.” Her voice hitched, but there were no more tears. Her resolve was complete.
Until—“What if she’s already dead, Scarlet?”
Dread settled in her stomach at the words she’d refused to speak, for fear it could make them real. The train was still slowing and Scarlet could make out the furious noise of the city: hovers and netscreens and buzzers warning to stay off the tracks. It was the middle of the night, but in the city there was never silence.
“Do you think she is?” Her voice trembled. Her heart throbbed as she waited for him to answer. “You think they’ve killed her?”
Every moment wrapped around Scarlet’s neck, strangling her, until the only possible word from Wolf’s lips had to be yes. Yes, she was dead. Yes, she was gone. They’d murdered her. These monsters had murdered her.
Scarlet pressed her palms into the crate, trying to push through the plastic. “Say it.”
“No,” he murmured, shoulders sinking. “No, I don’t think they’ve killed her. Not yet.”
Scarlet shivered with relief. She covered her face with both hands, dizzy with the hurricane of emotions. “Thank the stars,” she whispered. “Thank you.”
His tone hardened. “Don’t thank me for telling the truth when it would have been mercy to lie to you.”
“Mercy? To tell me she’s dead? To break my heart?”
“Making you believe she was dead was the only chance I had to convince you not to go looking for her. We both know that. I should have lied.”
The hum of the tracks deepened as the train crawled into a station. Voices yelled. Machinery clanked and hissed.
“It’s not your decision to make,” she said, grabbing the portscreen and checking their location. They’d made it to Paris. “I have to go after her. But you don’t have to come with me.”
“Scarlet—”
“No, listen. I appreciate your help. How far you’ve brought me. But I can go on alone. Just tell me where to go and I’ll find it myself.”
“Maybe I won’t.”
Scarlet shoved the port into her pocket, anger burning in her cheeks. But then she met Wolf’s gaze and saw, not stubbornness, but panic. His fingers curling and uncurling, again and again.
She released her mounting resentment. Scooting toward Wolf, she cupped his face in her hands. He flinched, but didn’t pull away. “They’ll want this information, won’t they?”
His expression was stone.
“We’ll offer me as a trade. You and Grand-mère can go somewhere safe, take care of each other, and when they let me go, I’ll come find you. They can’t keep me forever.”