Iko had brought a heavy drop cloth from the maintenance closet too, and they draped it over the cart, tucking it around the edges of the trays to stabilize them for their journey.

They were pushing the cart toward the door when they heard the ding of the elevator. They froze. Jacin planted his hands across the covered vials to keep them from clinking.

You dont seem to understand the predicament were in, said a sharp feminine voice. We need those guards returned to active duty immediately. I dont care if theyre fully healed or not.

Thaumaturge, Cinder whispered. Her eyes were closed, her face tense with concentration. And two Im going to guess, servants maybe? Or lab technicians? And one other. Really weak energy. Possibly a guard.

No offense taken, Jacin muttered.

These orders have come from the queen herself, and we have no time to waste, continued the thaumaturge. Stop making excuses and do your jobs.

Not trusting his own body if there was a thaumaturge nearby, Jacin drew his gun and pushed it into Cinders hand.

She looked confused at first, but comprehension came fast. Her grip tightened.

Footsteps approached and Jacin wondered if the thaumaturge had already sensed them, frozen and waiting inside this laboratory. Maybe she thought they were just researchers.

That ruse would be up as soon as she saw them. If she walked past this lab. Or if she was coming to this lab.

But, no, a door opened down the hallway. He didnt hear it shut again, and there were no other exits. To get to either the stairs or the elevator, theyd have to go back the way theyd come.

Maybe we can wait it out? suggested Iko. They have to leave eventually.

He scowled. Eventually wasnt soon enough.

Ill take control of the guard and the other two, said Cinder, knuckles whitening. Ill kill the thaumaturge, and wait until youre all clear before I follow you.

Youll raise a lot of alarms, said Jacin.

Her gaze turned icy. Ive already raised a lot of alarms.

Ill go, said Iko. Her chin was up, her face resolute. They cant control me. Ill draw them off and find a place to hide until you come back. You have to get this antidote to Her Highness.

Iko, no, we should stay together

Iko cupped Cinders face. Her fingers still werent functioning, so the touch looked awkward, like being petted by an oversize doll. Like I said, Id do anything to keep you safe. Besides, if anything happens to me, I know you can fix it.

Iko winked, then marched bravely out into the hallway. Jacin shut the door after her.

They heard Ikos measured footsteps beating down the hallway, then a pause.

Oh, hello, came her cheery voice, followed by the sound of a chair screeching across the floor. Oops, I didnt mean to startle you.

What are The thaumaturges voice cut out, then turned vile. A shell?

Close, said Iko. In case you dont recognize me, I happen to be good friends with Princess Selene. Im willing to guess youve heard of

Apprehend her.

I guess you have.

There was a rush of footsteps, a crash of furniture, two gunshots that made Cinder flinch. Stop her! screamed the thaumaturge, farther away now.

A door slammed shut.

That sounded like the stairwell, said Jacin.

Cinders jaw was tight, her muscles taut, but she drew in a shaking breath and squared her shoulders. Wed better get out of here before they come back.

Seventy

Cress was relieved to find that she and Thorne were not the only crazily clothed guests milling around the palace gates hours before the royal coronation. The entire city had come to partake in the festivities, as if Artemisians had nothing at all to fear from a possible insurgence or the crazed claims of a cyborg girl.

The palaces main entrance was surrounded by an imposing wall topped with sharp finials. The main gate was open, revealing a lush courtyard. The walkway was lined with an assortment of sculptures depicting mythical beasts and half-dressed moon gods and goddesses.

No one gave Cress or Thorne a second glance as they strolled through the open gates, joining the crowd of gathered aristocrats who were drinking from jeweled flasks and promenading between the statues. Between Cresss frilly orange skirt and Thornes light-up bow tie, they fit right in.

Trying to avoid eye contact with the other guests, Cress let her gaze travel up the gilded arched doors of the palace. Like the gates, they were swung wide open, inviting the queens guests to enter, although palace guards did stand on either side.

Her heart hammered.

It felt like she and Jacin had only just escaped.

She had been inside the palace a handful of times in her youth to perform different programming tasks for Sybil. She had been so eager to please back then. Can you track the arrivals and departures between Sectors TS-5 and GM-2? Can you create a program that will alert us to specific phrases picked up from the recorders in the holograph nodes? Can you track the ships that come and go from the ports and ensure their destinations match the itineraries in our files?

With each success, Cress had grown more confident. I think so. I will try. Yes, Mistress, I can do that.