My, but those look tasty, said the old woman, craning her head to peer inside. I havent had one of those since I was a little girl. Apple, arent they?

Yes. Winter held the box toward her. Please, take one. With my gratitude for delivering them.

The woman pondered the offer. If you insist I suppose one little bite wont kill me. Ill take this one, if youre sure you dont mind. See, it has a crack in the shell, not fit for a princess. Her eyes were daring as she took the candy between her fingertips. But only if you eat the other. It would be the greatest honor to share this bounty with Your Highnessthe beautiful Princess Winter herself.

You are too kind. Winter lifted the second candy from the box. She scanned the inner lining, hoping for some clue Jacin may have left for her, but she saw nothing.

Still. It was a gift. Not only the candies, but to have seen him from afar. To know he was all right.

She placed the candy between her teeth. The woman was watching her, mimicking her movements, and together they bit down. Winter felt the crack of the brittle shell before it melted against her tongue.

The old woman smiled, bits of crimson-colored filling stuck in her teeth. This has been more satisfying than I could have imagined.

Winter swallowed. Im glad. Its been my pleasure to to

She blinked, catching a tinge of familiarity in the way the woman watched her. At the particular curve of her grinsomething haughty and brimming with contempt.

Is something wrong, my dear child?

No. No. For a moment you reminded me of someone. But my eyes play tricks on me sometimes. Theyre not very reliable.

Oh, sweet, stupid child. The kink in the womans back began to straighten. We are Lunars. Our eyes are never reliable.

Winter shriveled back. The basket slipped from her hold, crashing to the ground.

Before her, Levana shed the guise of the old woman, a snake shedding its skin.

My researchers assured me the disease would act quickly, said the queen, her cold eyes roving over Winters skin. Curious. Delighted.

Winters thoughts spun, puzzling out the truth from the illusion. Her whole life had been spent puzzling out truths from illusions.

Where was Jacin? Why was Levana here? Was this another nightmare, a hallucination, a trick?

Her stomach kicked. She felt ill.

The infected microbes are being absorbed into your bloodstream even at this very moment.

Winter placed a hand over her stomach, feeling the devoured candy roiling inside her. She pictured her heart, her arteries, her platelet-manufacturing plant. Little red soldiers marching down their conveyor belts. Microbes?

Oh, dont worry. Young and able-bodied thing that you are, it should be an hour or two still before you begin to show symptoms. A rash of blood-filled blisters will erupt on your perfect skin. The tips of your delicate fingers will shrivel and turn blue Levana grinned. I do wish I could be here to witness it.

Winter peered through the forest, toward her allies. Levana would stop her if she tried to run. She wondered if she could get out a scream before Levana sewed shut her lips.

Thinking of warning your friends? Dont worry. Im going to let you go, little princess. I will let you return to them and infect them yourself. They made a mistake when they chose you over me, and that will be their undoing.

She faced her stepmother again. Why do you hate me?

Hate you? Oh, child. Is that what you think? Levana placed her cool fingers on Winters cheek, over the scars shed given her years before. I dont hate you. I am merely annoyed at your existence. Her thumb caressed Winters cheek. From the day you were born, you had everything I ever wanted. Your beauty. Your fathers love. And now, the adoration of the people. My people. She drew her hand away. But not for long. Your father is dead. Your beauty will soon be tarnished. And now that you are a carrier of the blue fever, any citizen who comes close to you will soon come to regret it.

Winters stomach dropped. She imagined she could feel the disease being absorbed through the lining of her stomach. Seeping into her veins. Each beat of her heart pushed it further through her system. It was a detached sort of knowledge. Of all the tortures she had seen her stepmother devise for others, there was something merciful about this death. A slow, calm acceptance.

You could have their adoration too, you know, she said, watching as Levanas condescending smile hardened to her face. If you were kind to them, and fair. If you didnt trick them into being your slaves. If you didnt threaten them and their loved ones for every minor crime. If you shared the riches and the comforts we have in Artemisia

Her tongue stilled.

I am queen, Levana whispered. I am the queen of Luna and I will decide the best way to rule my people. No onenot you, and not that hideous cyborgwill take this from me. She lifted her chin, nostrils flaring. I must go tend to my kingdom. Good-bye, Winter.

Stumbling back, Winter turned toward the people. If she could see just one person, get off one warning

But then the forest closed in around her and she collapsed, unconscious, to the ground.

Sixty-Three

Have you seen Winter?