Scarlet

pain was instant, fire ripping through her muscles. Cinder cried out and gripped the table, nearly falling out of the booth.
    The officer stumbled back and his female comrade yelled, “It’s her!”
    Cinder felt the table being shoved toward her as Thorne jumped up. It took a moment for the burning to dwindle. The taste of salt lingered on her tongue and someone screamed and in the muddle of her brain she heard chair and table legs screeching across the floor. The woman’s voice: “Linh Cinder, we are taking you into custody.” Red text flashed across her retina.
    INTERNAL TEMP ABOVE RECOMMENDED CONTROL TEMP. IF COOL DOWN PROCEDURE DOES NOT ENGAGE, AUTOMATIC SHUTDOWN WILL OCCUR IN ONE MINUTE.
    “Linh Cinder, slowly place your hands on top of your head. Do not make any sudden movements.”
    She blinked past the bright fog in her vision, barely making out the officer with a gun pointed at her forehead. Behind her, Thorne was swinging a punch at the nose of the young man with the port, who ducked, then swung back. The third officer had his gun on the two men as they collapsed in a brawl onto a nearby table.
    Cinder took in a deep breath, glad that only a residue of the pain lingered beneath her skin.

    FIFTY SECONDS UNTIL AUTOMATIC—
    She released the breath, slowly.

    SHUTDOWN COUNTDOWN PAUSED. TEMPERATURES DROPPING. COOL DOWN PROCEDURE ENGAGED.
    “Linh Cinder,” the woman said again. “Put your hands on top of your head. I have been authorized to shoot to kill if necessary.”
    She forgot that one of her fingertips was open, ready with a dart as it passed her gaze.
    “Slowly come out of the booth and turn around.” The woman stepped away to allow Cinder room to maneuver. Behind her, Thorne grunted as a punch collided with his stomach and he slumped over.
    Cinder recoiled at the sound, but did as she was told, waiting for her guts to stop churning, for the weakness to pass. She tried to prepare her brain for the attempt, knowing she would only get one more chance at it.
    She stood from the booth just as they were ratcheting handcuffs around Thorne’s wrists. Cinder turned around. From the corner of her eye, she saw the officer reach for her belt.
    “You don’t want to do that,” Cinder said, again cringing at the lovely serenity of her own voice. “You want to let us go.”
    The officer paused and stared at her with hollow eyes.
    “You want to let us go.” The command was directed at all the officers—at everyone in the tavern, even the frightened patrons who had pushed themselves against the back wall. Cinder’s head buzzed with the return of strength and control and power. “You want to let us go.”
    The female officer dropped her arms to her sides. “We want to let you—”
    A guttural cry ricocheted across the tavern. Beyond the officer, the man with the blue eyes moved to stand, but then collapsed over his table. The table legs snapped from the weight and he crashed to the floor. The other customers pulled away from him, everyone’s attention diverted. Cinder glanced at Thorne, who was watching the spectacle with his hands locked behind his back.
    The stranger snarled. He was crouching down on all fours, saliva dripping from his mouth. Beneath dark eyebrows, his eyes had taken on an eerie luminescence and a crazed, bloodthirsty expression that twisted Cinder’s stomach. He curled his fingers, pulling his nails across the hard floor, and peered up at the terrified faces surrounding him.
    A growl rolled up from his throat and his lips curled, revealing teeth that came to a fine point, more canine than human.
    Cinder pressed herself against the bench, sure her momentary meltdown had fried something, that her optobionics were sending crossed messages to her brain. But her vision didn’t clear.
    In unison, the military officers rounded their guns on the man, but he showed no concern. He seemed pleased at the horrified cries, the way the crowd surged away from him.
    He lunged for the nearest officer before he could pull the trigger. His hands wrapped around the officer’s head—a loud snap and the officer fell lifeless to the ground. It happened so fast, every movement a blur.
    Screaming filled the tavern. There was a stampede for the door, customers struggling over the crashed tables and chairs.
    Ignoring the crowd, the man smirked at Cinder. She stumbled back into the booth, trembling.
    “Hello, little girl,” he said, his voice too human-like, too restrained. “I believe my queen has