Knees suddenly weak, she reached for his forearms to stabilize herself. “You came for me.”He beamed, looking for all the world like a selfless, daring hero.“Don’t sound so surprised.” Dropping the cane, he pulled her into a crushing embrace that tore her away from Wolf and lifted her clean off the floor. “It turns out you are worth a lot of money on the black market.
Captain! To your left there’s a Lunar guard and on your right is a doctor who’s running tests on Lunars and I’m being held by one of Levana’s wolf hybrids and please be careful!”Thorne took a step back into the hallway a gun from his waistband. He spent a moment swiveling the barrel of the gun in each direction, but nobody moved to attack him.With some surprise, Cress realized that the operative’s grip had weakened.“Er…” Thorne furrowed his brow, aiming the gun somewhere near the window. “Could you describe all those threats again because I feel like I missed something.
He leaned forward to inspect her closer. Is that all hair?... Sudden, overwhelming panic clawed up Cress's throat. With a squeak, she ducked out of view of the camera and scrambled beneath the desk. Her back struck the wall with a thud that rattled her teeth. She crouched there, skin burning hot and pulse thundering as she took in the room before her— the room that he was now seeing too, with the rumpled bedcovers and the mustached man on all the screens telling her to grab her imaginary partner and swing them around.Wha—where'd she go? Thorne's voice came to her through the screen.Honestly, Thorne. A girl. Linh Cinder? Do you ever think before you speak?What? What did I say? 'Is that all hair?' Did you see it? It was like a cross between a magpie nest and ball of yarn after it's been mauled by a cheetah.A beat. Then, A cheetah?It was the first big cat that came to mind.
I don't like to think of it as 'stolen'. They have no proof that I didn't plan on giving it back.You're kidding, right?He shrugged. You have no proof either.She squinted back at him. Were you planning on giving it back?Maybe.An orange light blinked on in the corner of Cinder's vision-her cyborg programming picking up on the lie.
My life is an adventure. she said, growing confident as she opened her eyes again. I will not be shackled to this satellite anymore.
Memory was a curse, yes, he thought, but it was also the greatest gift. Because if you lost memory you lost everything.
Captain?Yeah?Do you think it was destiny that brought us together?He squinted and, after a thoughtful moment, shook his head. No. I'm pretty sure it was Cinder.
Kai neared his desk again, seeing that the fugitive's profile had been transferred to the screen. His frown deepened. Perhaps not dangerous, but young and inarguably good-looking. His prison photo showed him flippantly winking at the camera. Kai hated him immediately.
London was a city of ghosts, some deader than others. Thorne knew that in this respect, it wasn't unlike any other major city - New York or Paris or Sydney - but he felt instinctively that London was .... at the extreme. The darker side of that history, as opposed to the parks, palaces and pearly kings' side that made busloads of Japanese and American tourists gawk and jabber. The hidden history of a city where the lonely, the dispossessed, the homeless, wandered the streets, brushing shoulders with the shadows of those that had come before them. A city in which the poor and the plague-ridden, those long-since hanged for stealing a loaf or murdered for a shilling, jostled for position with those seeking a meal, or a score, or a bed for the night.A city where the dead could stay lost a long time