Because they thought she was Lunar. A real Lunar, with the ability to manipulate them, not just a shell.
“Thank you,” Cress muttered to the person who had stopped the doors from closing. She slipped into the elevator bank, pulse thumping.
Another beautiful hall. More striking views. A dozen pedestals showcasing statues and painted vases.
Cress found herself yearning for the rugged interior of the Rampion.
She tucked herself against a wall and waited until she was sure the elevator had gone before calling for a new one. She needed to go up one more floor. She had to find some stairs, or escape back into the servants’ halls. She felt too out in the open here. Too exposed.
A chime announced the arrival of a new elevator, and Cress spooked, darting out of sight. When the doors opened, they were filled with laughter and giggles, and Cress held her breath until the doors had closed again.
At the sound of voices coming from her left, Cress turned and headed right. She passed a series of black doors, their darkness sharply contrasted against the white walls. Each one was marked with a name and affiliation in gold script letters. REPRESENTATIVE MOLINA, ARGENTINA, AMERICAN REPUBLIC. PRESIDENT VARGAS, AMERICAN REPUBLIC. PRIME MINISTER BROMSTAD, EUROPEAN FEDERATION. REPRESENTATIVE ÖZBEK, SOUTH RUSSIA PROVINCE, EUROPEAN FEDERATION.
A door swung open and a woman with gray-blonde hair and a floor-length navy gown stepped out—Robyn Gliebe, Australia’s speaker of the house. When Cress had worked for Levana, she’d spent hours listening to Gliebe’s speeches regarding trade agreements and labor disputes. They had not been exciting hours.
Gliebe paused, startled to see Cress standing there. Cress hid the gun behind her back.
“Can I help you?” she said, asserting herself with narrowed, scolding eyes.
Of course, Cress would have to run into the only Earthen diplomat who wasn’t intimidated by a dodgy Lunar girl sneaking around her wing.
“No,” said Cress, ducking her head in apology. “You startled me, that’s all.” She moved past the woman, eyes lowered.
“Are you supposed to be up here?”
Hesitating, Cress glanced back. “I’m sorry?”
“Her Majesty guaranteed we would not be pestered during our stay. I think you should leave.”
“Oh. I’m … I have a message to deliver. I’ll just be a minute. I’m sorry to have bothered you.”
Cress scooted backward, but the woman persisted, pulling her penciled eyebrows into a tight frown. Stepping forward, she held out her hand. “Who is your message for? I will see that he or she receives it.”
Cress stared down at the open palm, soft and wrinkled. “It’s … confidential.”
The woman pursed her lips. “Well, I’m afraid if you don’t leave immediately, I will have to call a guard to confirm your story. We were promised our privacy and I don’t—”
“Cress?”
Her heart hiccuped.
Kai.
He stood there blinking at her as if he thought she might be a trick.
An ocean’s worth of relief crashed into Cress, nearly knocking her off her feet. She braced herself with one hand against the wall. “Kai!” Shaking herself, she amended, “I mean, Emperor—Your Majesty.” She dipped into a flustered curtsy.
Brow drawn, Kai looked at the speaker. “Gliebe-dàren, you haven’t gone down yet?”
“I was just on my way,” said the woman, and though Cress didn’t meet her gaze, she could sense her distrust. “But I saw this girl and … as you know, we were guaranteed privacy on this floor, and I don’t think she should—”
“It’s all right,” said Kai. “I know this girl. I’ll take care of it.”
Cress studied the floor, listening to the crinkle of the taffeta skirt.
“With all due respect, Your Majesty, how can I be sure she isn’t manipulating you into siding with her?”
“With all due respect,” said Kai, sounding exhausted, “if she wanted to manipulate someone, why wouldn’t she have manipulated you into leaving her alone?”
Cress chewed on the inside of her cheek while a moment stretched out between them. Finally, the woman bowed. “Of course, you would know best. Congratulations on your forthcoming coronation.”
The woman’s footsteps clipped toward the elevator bank. When she had gone, Cress waited three whole seconds before launching herself into Kai’s arms with a sob she hadn’t known she’d been holding in.
Kai stumbled back in surprise, but returned the embrace, letting her cry into his very fine silk shirt.
The adviser made a strangled noise and Cress felt the handgun being lifted from her hand. She was glad to let it go.
“Calm down,” Kai said, stroking her hair. “You’re all right now.”
She shook her head. “They took Thorne. They shot him and they took him and I don’t know if he’s alive and I don’t know … I don’t know what they’re going to do to him.”
Cress gave up on speaking until the flood of sobs started to wane. Ducking her head, she pulled her hands back and swiped at her hot cheeks. “I’m sorry.” She sniffed. “I’m sorry. It’s just … really, really good to see you.”
“It’s all right.” Kai gently held Cress away so he could see her face. “Start from the beginning. Why are you here?”
She was trying to rein in the stampede of emotions when she saw the damp spot she’d left on his shirt. “Oh—aces. I’m so sorry.” She swiped at it with her fingers.
He gave her a little shake. “It’s fine. Cress. Look at me.”
She looked at him, rubbing her wrist across her eyes again. Despite the splotch she’d left, Kai was quite dapper in a cream-colored silk tunic. It was fastened with gold frogs and a sash striped with the colors of the Eastern Commonwealth flag: sea-foam green, teal blue, sunset orange. If the sash had been red, it would have been an exact replica of the outfit he’d been wearing when Cinder and the others had kidnapped him.
But no. He was already married. He was Queen Levana’s husband now, the man who was on his way to be crowned king consort of Luna.
Her focus darted to the side. Royal Adviser Konn Torin was wearing a basic black tuxedo and Cress could sense his concern despite his composure. He was holding the gun’s handle between two pinched fingers, looking about as comfortable with it as Cress had been.
“Cress?” said Kai, stealing back her attention.
She licked her lips. “Thorne and I were supposed to get to the system control center, but he was captured. They said something about taking him to a holding cell? And I got away, but now I—”
“Why are you trying to get to the control center?”
“To play another video Cinder recorded. It shows the queen—oh! You probably don’t know that Cinder is alive!”
Kai’s expression froze for a moment, before he tilted his head back and let out a long, slow breath. His eyes had a new light in them when he glanced at Konn Torin, but the adviser was watching Cress, unwilling to be relieved just yet.
“Cinder’s alive,” Kai repeated to himself. “Where is she?”
“She’s with Iko and Jacin and … it’s a long story.” Scrunching up her face, Cress felt the weight of time pressing down on her. She started to speak faster. “Jacin was going to see if he could find the letumosis antidote and distribute it to the outer sectors, because a lot of people are sick, including Princess Winter, and Scarlet too. Oh, and Levana took Wolf and we don’t know where he is, and now they have Thorne—!” Cress hid her face behind her hands in an effort to refrain from sullying Kai’s shirt any more than she already had. Kai rubbed her arms, but even in this sympathetic touch she could tell he was distracted.