“We’re almost there,” said Iko, as she and Cinder crept down the main corridor of the palace. They could still hear the sounds of the battle raging in the distance, but the palace was quiet in comparison. There had been no sign of Levana since they’d entered and Iko almost expected the crazed queen to jump out from behind a corner and try to stab them with her pointy-heeled shoes.
Seeing Levana on the palace steps was the first time Iko had ever seen the Lunar queen, and her scarred face made Iko wish she wasn’t immune to glamours. After years of hearing about the queen’s famous beauty, the truth had been something of a letdown.
But the truth was out. Thanks to Cinder’s video, now everyone knew what lurked beneath the illusion. Hopefully they would be able to find the queen while she was still shaken from it.
Cinder’s grip tightened on her bloody knife. “Two guards up ahead.”
They rounded a corner, and she was right—two guards stood in front of a set of ornate doors, huge guns already trained on them.
Iko froze and raised her good hand in a show of innocence. She tried to smile sweetly, but with her missing ear and a twitching cheek muscle, she was not performing at the height of her abilities.
Then recognition sparked through her processor. “You!” she screamed. “He’s … that’s the guy that saved Winter.”
Though the guard was immobile, probably thanks to Cinder, his face was free to twist with disgust as his eyes traveled the length of Iko’s battered body, dead wires, loose parts, and all.
“And you’re that disturbing robot.”
Iko bristled. “The correct term is escort-droid, you ignorant, inconsiderate—”
“Iko.”
She clamped her mouth shut, though her synapses were still firing.
Cinder cocked her head to the side. “So you’re the one who killed Levana’s captain of the guard?”
“I did,” he said.
The second guard snarled, casting his glare between his companion and Cinder. “Traitor.”
A low, humorless laugh echoed through the first guard’s throat—Kinney, Iko remembered. “You’re wasting your energy controlling me. I have no intention of shooting you.”
“Fine,” Cinder drawled, though Iko could tell she didn’t fully trust him. “So long as you don’t try to harm us, I have no reason to manipulate you.” It wasn’t a real concession. If he tried anything, Iko knew Cinder could stop him.
The muscles in Kinney’s arms relaxed. “So you’re the cyborg that’s been causing so much trouble.”
“Wow,” Iko mused. “He’s pretty and smart.”
His wrinkling nose made her wonder if she was starting to overdo it on the sarcasm, but her smarting ego made her irate. She’d gotten used to people looking at her like she was human. Not only human, but beautiful. But now she was stuck with a flopping arm and shredded skin tissue and a missing ear, and all this guard saw was a broken machine.
Not that his opinion mattered. He was clearly a jerk.
Except for the whole saving-Winter’s-life thing, which was probably a fluke.
“Is Levana in there?” Cinder asked, gesturing to the barred doors.
“No, just the coronation guests. Our orders were to contain them until either the queen or a thaumaturge retrieves them—I suspect she’s preparing to slaughter all the Earthens if you don’t surrender.”
“Sounds like her,” said Cinder, “but I doubt she has the strength to glamour so many people at once right now. Otherwise, I think she would have come straight here.”
Kinney frowned, speculative. He wouldn’t have seen the video. He didn’t know that the truth beneath Levana’s glamour had been revealed.
“Where else would she go?” asked Cinder. “If she was trying to lure me somewhere, somewhere she feels safe and powerful.”
He shrugged. “The throne room, I guess.”
Cinder’s jaw flexed. “That’s where the feast was the other night? With the balcony over the lake?”
Kinney had started to nod when the second guard reeled his head back and spat. Literally spat on this gorgeous tile floor.
“Oh!” Iko cried. “You heathen!”
“When she catches you,” the guard snarled, “my queen will eat your heart with salt and pepper.”
“Well,” said Cinder, unconcerned, “my heart is half synthetic, so it’ll probably give her indigestion.”
Kinney looked almost amused. “We guards tend to be treated well here. You’ll find that a lot of us will stay loyal to Her Ma—to Levana.” The queen’s given name was awkward and Iko wondered if he’d ever said it before.
“Why aren’t you?” Cinder asked.
“Something tells me I’m going to like your offer more.” His gaze slipped toward Iko. “Even if you do keep strange company.”
She huffed.
Stepping forward, Cinder disarmed the second guard, taking his handgun for herself. “Maybe when this is over I can convince them that I intend to treat you pretty well too.”
Cinder turned, and Iko could make out the conflict warring across her facial muscles. “Stay with Kai. In case she does send a thaumaturge after them, I want someone there who can’t be controlled. And try to get him and any Earthens away from here.” She inhaled sharply. “I’m going after Levana.”