The ramp started to rise, slowly blocking the sight of Sybil and the bleeding guards who were scattered around the rooftop. The roar of the engines soon drowned out both the mad laughter and the sirens blaring beyond the palace walls.
Fifty-Six
To anyone who would have seen her, Levana was a vision of serenity in her ethereal red wedding gown and the sheer gold veil that fell to her wrists. She sat on the settee in her guest quarters, posture perfect, her hands folded in her lap.
Except they were not folded at all, but rather balled into angry fists.
Each one held a wedding band. One that she had worn for far too many years, that she had once believed would bring her love and happiness, but had only ever brought her pain.
The other was supposed to bring her, not the love of a blind, selfish husband, but the love of an entire planet. She should have been wearing it now.
Everything had been going so well. She had been moments away from walking down that aisle. Moments away.
She should have been married. She should have been reciting the vows that would make her empress.
When she found out who was responsible for this delay, she would torment their fragile mind until they were a drooling, pathetic idiot, terrified of the sight of their own hands.
A knock cut through the fantasy. Levana shifted her eyes toward the door.
“Enter.”
One of her guards entered first, escorting Konn Torin, the young emperor’s annoying, perpetually present adviser. She glared at him through her gold veil, though she knew he couldn’t see it.
“Your Illustrious Majesty,” he said, bowing deeply. The addition of a new adjective combined with the bow slightly lower than usual made the hair prickle on the back of her neck. “I must apologize most severely for the delay, and for the news I have to impart to you. We have been forced, I’m afraid, to postpone the marriage ceremony.”
“I do beg your pardon.”
He straightened, but kept his gaze respectfully on the floor.
“His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Kaito, has been kidnapped. He was taken from his personal quarters and smuggled onto an untraceable spaceship.”
Her fingers curled around the wedding bands. “By whom?”
“Linh Cinder, Your Majesty. The cyborg fugitive from the ball. Along with multiple accomplices, it would appear.”
Linh Cinder.
Every time she heard the name she wanted to spit.
“I see,” she said, finding it too wearisome to soften the hardness of her anger. “Am I to believe that you did not have any security measures in place for the attempt of such an assault?”
“Our security was compromised.”
“Compromised.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
She rose to her feet. The gown swished like a breeze around her hips. The adviser didn’t flinch, although he should have.
“You’re telling me that this teenage girl has not only escaped from your prison and evaded capture by your highly trained military, but has now invaded your palace and the private quarters of the emperor himself, kidnapped him, and again gotten away with it?”
“Precisely correct, Your Majesty.”
“And what are you doing now to retrieve my groom?”
“We have employed every police and military unit at our dispo—”
“NOT GOOD ENOUGH.”
This time, he did flinch.
Levana steadied her breathing. “The Commonwealth has failed too many times with regards to Linh Cinder. Beginning now, I will employ my own resources and tactics in finding her. My guards will need to review all your security footage from the past forty-eight hours.”
The adviser clasped his hands behind his back. “We are happy to give you access to the security footage we have available. However, we are missing approximately two hours of footage that was compromised this afternoon by the security breach.”
She sneered. “Fine. Bring me what you do have.”
Thaumaturge Aimery Park appeared in the doorway. “Your Majesty. If I may request a word with you, in private.”
“With pleasure.” She waved a hand at Konn Torin. “You’re dismissed, but note that the incompetence of your security team will not be ignored.”
With no argument, and another low bow, the adviser left.
As soon as he was gone, Levana whipped the veil off her head and threw it onto the settee. “The young emperor has been kidnapped, and from his own palace. Earthens are pathetic. It’s amazing they haven’t already become extinct.”
“I do not disagree, Your Majesty. I trust Mr. Konn did not inform you of this evening’s other interesting development?”
“What development?”
Aimery’s eyes danced. “It appears that Dr. Sage Darnel is in this palace, trapped in a quarantine room in the research wing.”
“Sage Darnel?” She paused. “Daring to return after he assisted the escape of that wretched girl?”
“No doubt they’ve been working together, although I’ve been led to believe that Dr. Darnel won’t be around for much longer. It appears he’s contracted an unusual strain of letumosis, one that seems to be much faster acting than the common strain. And, of course, he is Lunar.”
Her pulse skipped. This did open up some interesting possibilities.
“Take me to him,” she said, sliding her true wedding ring back onto her finger. The other, that would cement her to Emperor Kaito, she left behind.
“I must warn you,” Aimery said as she followed him into the corridor, “that the elevators throughout the palace are malfunctioning. We’ll be forced to take the stairs.”
“Earthens,” she growled, lifting the hem of her skirt.
It was like traversing an endless labyrinth, but finally they reached the research wing. A crowd of officials had gathered outside the lab and Levana sneered to think that they’d intended to keep this from her when Sage Darnel, like Linh Cinder, was her problem to deal with, however it pleased her.
As she entered the lab room, she slipped into the minds of the men and women around her and impressed a strong need to be elsewhere.
The room was cleared within seconds, but for her and Aimery.
It was a crisp, chemical-smelling room. All bright lights and hard edges. And on the other side of a tinted window, Dr. Sage Darnel was laid out on a lab table, holding a gray cap against his stomach.
With the exception of the security footage that showed him helping Linh Cinder escape from prison, Levana hadn’t seen him since he disappeared over a decade ago. Once, he had been one of her most promising scientists, making grand advances in the development of her lupine soldiers on an almost monthly basis.
But time had not been kind to him. His face had become worn and wrinkled. He was balding, and what was left of his hair was tufted and gray. And then there was the disease. His reptilian skin was covered in bruise-like blotches and a rash that was bubbling up like blisters, piling on top of each other. His fingertips had already begun to turn blue. No, he would not be around much longer.
Levana floated toward the window. A light was on beside a microphone, indicating that communication was open between the two rooms.
“My good Dr. Darnel. I did not think I would ever again have the pleasure.”
His eyes opened, still fervently blue behind his spectacles. His attention was locked on the ceiling, and though it occurred to Levana that this was no doubt a one-way window, it annoyed her that he wouldn’t bother to face her.
“Your Majesty,” he said, his tone brittle. “I thought I might hear your voice one more time.”
Beside her, Aimery checked a portscreen at his belt, and excused himself with a low bow.