Scarlet

with her. She’ll be quite weak, and more than a little bewildered.”
    “Understandably so. I can’t imagine what this must be like for her.”
    Scarlet clamped a palm over her mouth to smother her breathing.
    “You have accommodations set up?”
    “Yes, we’re quite prepared. It will take some getting used to for us as well, but I’m sure it will all work out once she’s settled in. I have two girls of my own about her age—twelve and nine. I’m sure they’ll adore each other, and I will treat her as if she were my own.”
    “And what about Madame Linh? Is she prepared?”
    “Prepared?” The man chuckled, but the sound was rough and uncomfortable. “She could not have been more astounded when I brought up the idea of adopting a third girl, but she’s a good mother. I’m sorry she wasn’t able to come with me, but I wanted to draw as little attention to this trip as possible. Of course, she doesn’t know about the girl. Not … everything.”
    Scarlet must have made a sound, because the man suddenly looked up and saw her. He stiffened.
    Her grandmother’s chair scratched against the floor and the door swung open. She was furious. Scarlet was furious right back at her.
    “Scarlet, you know better than to eavesdrop. Go to your room!”
    She wanted to scream, to stomp, to tell her that she couldn’t just send her away like she was nothing, not again—but the words wouldn’t come. They were choked off at the base of her tongue.
    So she did as she was told, her feet pounding up the stairs and into her room before her grandma could see the tears.
    It wasn’t only realizing that she wasn’t wanted, or that she could be passed off to any stranger that came for her. It was that, after six long years, she’d just begun to feel like she belonged. Like maybe her grandma loved her—more than her mother had, more than her father. Like maybe the two of them were a team.
    After that morning, she’d lived in fear for a week. Two weeks. A month.
    But the man never came for her, and she and her grandmother never spoke of it again.
    “Scarlet?”
    The tightening of Wolf’s arm around her waist dragged Scarlet back into the present, into a train car that was slowing down around her. She was curled up like a child with her back against him, and though her eyes were squeezed shut, a few hot tears had escaped, rolled over the bridge of her nose, dripped across her temples. She hastily brushed them away.
    Wolf stirred and propped himself up behind her. “Scarlet?” His tone was nervous.
    “I had a bad dream,” she said, not wanting him to think the tears had anything to do with him. Already they were stopping and she rolled onto her back. It must have still been night for the darkness that took up the train car, but the unnatural glimmer of city neon targeted the crates just inside the door, sending splashes of pink and green over the stacked boxes.
    “I remembered something,” she whispered. “I think it might have to do with the princess.”
    He tensed.
    “I remember my grandma mentioning Logan now, but she didn’t want me to overhear. I was eavesdropping. And there was another man…” She told him the story as well as she could, piecing the memory back together again as her brain threatened to fog over.
    When she was done, she lay still, listening to the whistle of wind outside the train cars. Her side was stiff from sleeping on the hard crate.
    Rather than look relieved or hopeful, Wolf peered down at her, terrified.
    “That’s what they’re looking for, isn’t it? I mean—it must have been the princess that they were talking about. I don’t know where she was, who was taking care of her … I never saw her. All this time I thought she’d been planning on sending me away, but now … after what you told me about Logan Tanner and Grand-mère and Princess Selene…”
    Wolf pulled away from her, sitting up and curling his knees against his chest. He stared blankly at the stacks of crates surrounding them.
    “This man had an accent. I think he was from the Eastern Commonwealth.” Scarlet pushed herself up beside him, combing her hair to one side. “And I’m pretty sure my grandma called his wife ‘Madame Linh.’ I don’t know how common of a name it is, but … I would recognize him if I saw him again. I’m sure I would.”
    “Don’t say that.” Wolf pressed his hands over his ears. “I didn’t hear that.”
    Scarlet blinked, stunned by his grimace. “Wolf?” Reaching