Scarlet

than that, she didn’t want to be one of those Lunars who took advantage of her powers just because she could. She didn’t want to be Lunar at all.
    She huffed, blowing a strand of hair away from her face, and ducked through the hole that had been created when she’d pried the urinal out of the wall.
    He looked up as she came to a halt before him, arms akimbo. He was still dazed, and though she hated to admit it, he was actually rather attractive. If a girl happened to like that square-jaw, bright-blue-eyes, devilish-dimples kind of thing. Although he was in desperate need of a haircut and a good shave.
    She took in a stabilizing breath. “I forced you to do what I wanted you to do, and I shouldn’t have. It was an abuse of power and I’m sorry.”
    He blinked down at her metal hand and the screwdriver sticking out from one finger joint. “Are you the same girl who was just here?” he asked, his voice surprisingly clear, even with his heavy American accent. For some reason, she’d expected him to slur his words after the brain manipulation.
    “Of course I am.”
    “Oh.” His brow furrowed. “You seemed a lot prettier before.”
    Bristling, Cinder considered retracting her apology, but instead crossed her arms over her chest. “Cadet Thorne, was it?”
    “Captain Thorne.”
    “Your records say you were a cadet when you deserted.”
    He frowned, still puzzled, before he brightened and cocked a finger toward her. “Portscreen in the head?”
    She bit the inside of her cheek.
    “Well, if you wanted to be technical about it,” he said. “But I’m a captain now. I prefer the sound of it. Girls are much more impressed.”
    Cinder, unimpressed, gestured toward the mechanical room on the other side of the wall. “I’ve decided you can come with me if we can make it to your ship. Just … try not to talk too much.”
    He was off his cot before she finished speaking. “It was my irresistible charm that convinced you, wasn’t it?”
    Sighing, she retreated through the hole, careful to step over the disconnected plumbing. “So this ship of yours. It is the stolen one, right? From the American military?”
    “I don’t like to think of it as ‘stolen.’ They have no proof that I didn’t plan on giving it back.”
    “You’re kidding, right?”
    He shrugged. “You have no proof either.”
    She squinted back at him. “ Were you planning on giving it back?”
    “Maybe.”
    An orange light blinked on in the corner of Cinder’s vision—her cyborg programming picking up on the lie.
    “That’s what I thought,” she muttered. “Is the ship traceable?”
    “Of course not. Removed all the tracking equipment ages ago.”
    “Good. Which reminds me.” Holding up her hand, she retracted the screwdriver and, after two attempts, released the stiletto knife. “We need to remove your ID chip.”
    He drew half a step back.
    “Don’t tell me you’re squeamish.”
    “Of course not,” he said with an uncomfortable laugh, cuffing his left sleeve. “It’s just … is that thing sterilized?”
    Cinder glowered.
    “I mean—I’m sure you’re very hygienic and all, it’s just…” He trailed off, hesitated, and then held his hand out toward her. “Never mind. Just try not to hit anything important.”
    Bending over his arm, Cinder angled the blade to his wrist as carefully and gently as she could. There was a faint scar there already, presumably from when he’d cut out another ID chip when he’d first been on the run from law enforcement.
    His fingers twitched at the invasion, but otherwise he was still as stone. She extracted the bloodied ID chip and tossed it into a bundle of cords on the floor, before cutting a strip of cloth from his sleeve and letting him wrap it around the wound.
    “Is it just me, or is this a big moment in our relationship?”
    Cinder scoffed. Turning away, she pointed at a grate near the ceiling. It was surrounded by tethered wires that snaked out from the breaker panel and disappeared into dozens of holes along the walls. “Can you boost me up there?”
    “What is it?” Thorne asked, already lacing his fingers together.
    “Air duct.” Cinder stepped onto his palms and ignored his grunt as he lifted her. She’d expected it, knowing that her metal leg made her a lot heavier than she looked.
    With the added leverage, she had the grate removed in seconds. She set it quietly atop some overhead plumbing pipes, then pulled herself into the opening without hesitation.
    She