Cinder felt her heart tug in sympathyshe could relate to being a slave for her guardian, but she couldnt recall ever being afraid that Adri might actually kill her. Well, other than that time she sold her off for plague research.

She clenched her jaw against the mounting pity, reminding herself that this girl was Lunar. She had helped Queen Levana spy on Emperor Rikan, and on Kai. She briefly wondered if the girl was only manipulating her emotions now, before she remembered that Lunars couldnt control people through the netscreens.

Blowing some hair out of her face, Cinder leaned forward and yelled, Stop it! Stop crying!

The crying stopped. The girl peered up at her with big, watery eyes.

Why were you trying to get a hold of the palace?

The girl shrank back and sobbed, but the tears seemed to have been startled out of her. I need to get a message to Emperor Kai. I need to warn him. Hes in danger, all of EarthQueen Levanaand its all my fault. If Id only been stronger, if Id only tried to fight, this wouldnt have happened. Its all my fault.

Stars above, would you stop crying? said Cinder before the girl could dissolve into hysterics again. You need to get a hold of yourself. What do you mean Kais in danger? What have you done?

The girl hugged herself, her eyes pleading with Cinder as if she alone could offer forgiveness. Im the queens programmer, like I said. Im good at ithacking into netlinks and security systems and the like. She said this without a hint of arrogance on her wavering voice. For the last few years, Mistress has been asking me to connect feeds from Earths political leaders to Her Majestys palace. At first, it was just court discussions, meetings, document transfers, nothing very interesting. Her Majesty wasnt learning anything that your emperor hadnt already told her, so I didnt think much harm could come of it.

The girl twisted her hair around both sets of knuckles. But then she asked me to program a D-COMM chip that she could install in one of the royal androids, thinking then she could spy on the emperor outside of the netlinks. She raised her eyes to Cinder. Guilt was scrawled across her face. If it had been any other android, any android in the entire palace, she still wouldnt know anything. But now she does know! And its all my fault! She whimpered and pulled the lock of hair into her mouth like a gag.

Wait, Cinder held up her hand, trying to slow the girls rapid words. What exactly does Levana know?

The girl pulled the hair out as tears started to slip down her cheeks. She knows everything that android knew, everything shed been researching. She knows that Princess Selene is alive and that PrinceIm sorry, that Emperor Kai was searching for her. She knows that the emperor wanted to find the princess and instate her as the true Lunar queen.

Dread squirmed in Cinders stomach.

She knows the names of the doctors who helped her escape and this poor old woman in the European Federation who housed her for so long. Her Majestys already sent people to hunt her down, using the information Kai had. And when they find her

But what will she do to Kai? Cinder interrupted. Levanas already won. Kai all but said he was going to give her what she wants, so what does it matter now?

He tried to usurp her! You dont know the queen, her grudges. Shell never forgive this. I have to get a message to him, to somebody at the palace. He has to know its a setup.

A setup? What kind of setup?

To become empress! Once shes in control of the Commonwealth, she intends to use her army to wage war on the rest of Earth. And she can do it tooher armythis army She shuddered, ducking her head as if someone had swiped at her.

Cinder shook her head. Kai wouldnt allow it.

It doesnt matter. Once shes empress, shell have no more use of him.

Blood rushed in Cinders ears. You thinkbut she would be an idiot to try to kill him. Everyone would know it was her.

Lunars suspect she killed Queen Channary and Princess Selene, but what can they do about it? They might think of rebellion, but as soon as theyre in her presence, she brainwashes them into compliance again.

Cinder rubbed her fingers over her brow. He was going to announce it at the ball tonight, she murmured to herself. Hes going to announce his intent to marry her. Her heart was racing, thoughts spilling over in her brain.

Levana knew he had been searching for Princess Selene. She would kill him. She would take over the Commonwealth. She would wage war onon the whole planet.

She grasped her head as the world spun around her.

She had to warn him. She couldnt let him make the announcement.

She could send him a comm, but what were the chances he was checking them during the ball?

The ball.

Cinder peered down at her drab clothes. Her empty ankle.

Peonys dress. The old foot that Iko had saved. The silk gloves.

Her head bobbed before she knew what she was agreeing to, and she used the shelves to pull herself to standing. Ill go, she muttered. Ill find him.

Take the chip, said the girl on the screen. In case we need to contact each other. And please, dont tell them about me. If my mistress ever found out

Without waiting for her to finish, Cinder bent over and pulled the chip from its drive. The screen went black.

Chapter Thirty-Three

THE SILK DRESS FELT LIKE POISON IVY SLIDING OVER CINDERS skin. She stared down at the silver bodice with its trim of delicate lace, the full skirt, the tiny seed pearls, and wanted to shrivel inside the gown and disappear. This was not her dress. She was a fake in it, an imposter.

Oddly, the fact that it was wrinkled as an old mans face made her feel better.

She snatched the old foot from the shelfthe small, rusted thing shed woken up with after her operation, when she was a confused, unloved eleven-year-old girl. Shed sworn to never put it on again, but at this moment it might have been made of crystal for how precious it looked to her. Plus, it was small enough to fit into Pearls boots.

Cinder fell into her chair and whisked out a screwdriver. It was the most hurried fix shed ever done, and the foot was even smaller and more uncomfortable than shed remembered it, but soon she was on two feet again.

The silk gloves felt too fine, too delicate, too flimsy, and she worried she might snag them on some poorly placed screw. At least they too were covered in grease smudges, completing the affront.

She was a walking disaster and she knew it. Shed be lucky if they let her into the ball at all.

But she would deal with that when she got there.

The elevator was empty as she made her way to the parking garage. She rushed toward the abandoned car, the boots clipping awkwardly on the concrete floor as she tried not to trip on the too small foot and sprain her ankle. She could feel it precariously attached at the end of her leg. Not having had time to connect it to her wired nervous system, she felt like she was dragging around a paperweight. She tried to ignore it, thinking only of Kai and the announcement he was supposed to make that night.

She reached the dark corner of the garage, already sweating from her exertion, and knowing it would only get worse once she got out into the citys relentless humidity. Before her, the car was sandwiched between two sleek, chrome-accented hovers. Its awful orange paint was dulled by the garages flickering lights. It didnt belong.

Cinder knew how it felt.

She slipped into the drivers seat, and the smell of old garbage and mildew embraced her. At least shed replaced the seats stuffing and covered it in a scavenged blanket so she didnt have to worry about sitting on rat droppings. Still, she could only imagine what stains the cars frame and floorboards were leaving on Peonys dress.

Shoving her thoughts to the back of her mind, she reached under the steering column and grasped the power supply and circuit wires shed already stripped and wrapped. She fumbled for the brown ignition wire.

Holding her breath, she tapped the wires together.

Nothing happened.

A drop of sweat rolled down the back of her knee. She flicked them together again. Again. Please, please, please.

A spark lashed out from the wires, followed by unhappy clattering from the engine.

Yes! She pressed her foot down on the accelerator, revving the engine, feeling the car thrum and rumble beneath her.

Cinder allowed one overwhelming cry of relief, then jammed her foot into the clutch and pulled the transmission out of neutral, reciting the instructions shed downloaded a week ago and had been studying ever since. How to drive.

Maneuvering out of the garage proved the most difficult part. Once on the road, her way was guided by solar streetlamps and the pale yellow glow from apartment windowsthe citys constant light was a blessing, as the cars headlights had been busted out. Cinder was surprised at how rocky the roads were, how much garbage and debris littered the pavement since hovers no longer required an open path. The ride was jerky and harsh, and yet Cinder felt a surge of power with every turn of the wheel, press of the accelerator, rattle of the stick shift, screech of rubber.

A warm breeze blew through the missing back window, tousling Cinders hair. The clouds had reached the city and hung threateningly above the skyscrapers, casting the evening in a gray shroud. Toward the other horizon, the sky was still wide open and proudly displaying the ninth full moon of the year. A perfect sphere in the blackened sky. A white, ominous eye trans-fixed upon her. Ignoring it, Cinder floored the accelerator, pushing the car to go fasterto fly.

And it flew. Not smoothly or gracefully like a hover but with all the roar and power of a proud beast. She couldnt help a grin, knowing that she had done this. She had brought this monstrosity back to life. It owed her now and it seemed to know it.

She would have made it, she thought, as the palace came into view, towering over the city atop its jagged cliff. She would have been nearing the city limits by now. Picking up speed. Watching the lights blur past. Racing for the horizon and never looking back.

A splatter of rain hit the cracked windshield.

Cinder gripped the steering wheel tighter as she started up the twisting, winding drive to the palace entrance. There were no hovers to compete withshe would be the last guest to arrive.

She crested the hill, reveling in the rush of escape, of freedom, of powerand then the torrent began. Rain drenched the car, blurring the palaces lights. The sound pounded against the metal and glass. Without headlights, the world disappeared beyond the windshield.

Cinder jammed her foot into the brake pedal.

Nothing happened.

Panic surged through her and she desperately pumped the stiff brake. A shadow loomed against the storm. Cinder screamed and covered her face.

The car collided with a cherry blossom tree, rocking Cinder with a jolt. Metal crunched around her. The engine sputtered and died. The seat belt burned across her chest.

Shaking, Cinder gaped at the storm that surged against the windshield. Wet maroon-colored leaves fell from the overhead branches, sticking to the glass. She reminded herself to breathe as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her control panels recommended course of action: take slow, measured breaths. But the breaths choked her as much as the seat belt did, until she reached a trembling hand toward the latch and peeled it off her.

A leak revealed itself along the weather stripping of her doors window, dripping down onto her shoulder.

Cinder fell back against the headrest, wondering if she had the strength to walk. Maybe if she just waited out the monsoon. Summer storms like this never lasted long; it would be a drizzle in a blink.

She held up her sodden gloves and wondered what, exactly, she was waiting for. Not pride. Not respectability. Being soaked could almost be an improvement at this point.

Gasping for a full breath, she pulled at the door handle and kicked with her booted foot to force it open. She stepped out into a downpour, the rain cool and refreshing on her skin. Slamming the door shut, she turned to survey the damage, pushing her hair back off her forehead.

The front end of the car was crumpled around the trees trunk, the hood folded like an accordion to the passenger-side fender. Her heart broke a little as she looked at the wreckageall her hard work, destroyed so quickly.

Andthe thought occurring a second laterthere was her chance for escape. Gone.

Shivering in the rain, she shoved the thoughts aside. There would be other cars. Right now, she had to find Kai.

Suddenly, the rain stopped pounding down on her. She glanced up at the umbrella overhead, then turned around. A greeter was staring at the car wreck with round eyes, his hands gripping the umbrella handle.

Oh, hi, she stammered.

The mans disbelieving stare found its way to her. Her hair, her dress. He looked more repulsed by the second.

Cinder snatched the umbrella from him and flashed a smile. Thanks, she said and dashed across the courtyard into the yawning double doors of the palace, dropping the umbrella at the stairs.

Guards dressed in crimson uniforms lined the corridor, directing guests away from the elevator dock and toward the ballroom in the south wing, as if the clinking glasses and orchestral music werent clear enough. The walk to the ballroom entrance was long and tedious. Cinder didnt know if the guards let their stoic gazes land on her as she passed by, wet boots squishing, and she dared not meet their eyes if they did. All her focus was busy being directed down her wiring into her lump of a foot.