won’t be repercussions for that? Not only for you, but for everyone on this planet. Don’t you realize that we are in the middle of a war?”
“We’re not in the middle of a war, we’re at the very beginning.” She fixed her gaze on him. “And I’m going to put an end to it.”
“She can put an end to it,” said Iko. “We have a plan. And His Majesty will be safe with us.”
Strangely embarrassed by Iko’s confidence, Cinder refocused on Kai’s wrist. She’d cut out so many ID chips in the past weeks she was almost used to it, though the first incision still reminded her of Peony’s limp hand and blue fingertips. Every time.
A thick drop of blood welled up on his skin and Cinder instinctively tilted his arm so that it would roll down his fingers without soiling his white shirt.
“He believes that you’ve found the lost Princess Selene.”
She paused and, after a beat, glanced up at Iko, then at the adviser. “He … what?”
“Is it true? Have you found her?”
Gulping, she refocused on Kai’s wrist. Waited until her hands stopped trembling before she removed the small chip from his flesh.
“Yes,” she said, her voice wary as she fished some clean bandages from her calf compartment and wrapped them around the wound. “She’s with us.”
“Then you also believe she can make a difference.”
Her teeth clenched, but she forced herself to relax as she secured the bandages. “She will make a difference. The people of Luna are going to rally around her. She’s going to reclaim her throne.” Retracting the knife blade, she met the adviser’s glare again. “But if this wedding goes through, it won’t matter. No revolution on Luna is going to nullify a marriage and a coronation. If you give her this power, there’s nothing I or anyone can do to take it from her. And I know that you’re smart enough to see the repercussions of that.” With a sigh, Cinder rolled down her pant leg again and stood up. “I understand that you have no reason to trust me, but I’m going to ask you to anyway. I promise, no harm will come to Kai while he’s with us.”
She was met with silence and a simmering glare.
She nodded. “Fair enough. Iko?”
Iko stooped and grabbed Kai’s elbow. Together, they hauled him up, an arm over each of their shoulders.
They dragged him four, five steps toward the door.
“He has another chip.”
They paused.
The adviser, still seated on the couch, still glaring, sneered as if irritated with himself.
“What do you mean?”
“There is a second tracking device embedded behind his right ear. In case anyone ever tried to kidnap him.”
Allowing Iko to take the brunt of Kai’s weight, Cinder tentatively reached for his drooping head. She brushed his hair out of the way and pressed her fingers into the indent between his spine and skull. Something small and hard rested against the bone.
She nodded at the adviser. “Thank you,” she said, ejecting the knife again.
He grunted. “If anything happens to him, Linh-mèi, I will hunt you down and kill you myself.”
* * *
A drop of sweat snaked its way down Cress’s spine, but her hands were too busy to swipe at it. Her fingers flashed over the screens, skimming along lists and coding, triple-checking her work.
The closed-circuit security system was down, including all cameras, scanners, identity-encoded software, and alarms.
Both backup systems were disabled, and she could find no evidence of a third backup waiting to rise up and ruin all her hard work as soon as she turned away.
The connection to the Lunar spyware had been severed.
She’d ensured that all digital locks in the north tower were disabled, along with any doors in between this security control center and the research facility wing. She’d been extra diligent about disrupting the radar technology embedded in the rooftop’s decorative qilin sculptures, so they wouldn’t detect the Rampion’s approach.
All of the elevators were at a standstill except the single elevator in the north tower that was still stationed on the fourteenth floor, waiting for Cinder and Iko to make their escape.
Which was taking forever.
She inched her fingers away from the master screen and looked up. The dozens of screens surrounding her had gone black, but for the repeating gray text: SYSTEM ERROR.
“That’s it.” She sat back. “I think that’s it.”
No one was around to hear her. The glass wall separating her from Wolf and the rest of Sublevel D was soundproof, bulletproof, and probably many other types of proof that she