Echoed Lullabies (Lunar Chronicles x Reader)

Chapter 76

TW: Torture

"The queen's on edge," Jacin said as he strapped his gun holster on over his uniform. "She's keeping quiet about it, trying to pretend like nothing's happening so the families won't panic. But you can tell something's changed."

Cross-legged on the cot, Cress was cradling her portscreen against her chest. The temptation grew by the hour to send a comm to Thorne and the others. Her curiosity was killing her, and the separation from them had left her anxious and lonely. But she wouldn't risk the signal being traced. She wouldn't put them in any more danger than they already were—or herself, for that matter.

Especially since Y/n disappeared. Cress tried to think positive, tried to hope that she had found a way to escape and was now reunited with the others.

But it was difficult when the chances of that were so very slim.

Cress didn't like thinking about the alternatives.

"You don't know if the video played?" she asked.

Jacin shrugged and went through a process of checking the gun's ammunition and safety with practiced movements. He tucked it into the holster.

"I know the queen recorded an impromptu broadcast of her own. I guess she dragged the emperor out for it too, but it didn't broadcast in Artemisia, so I don't know what it said. It could have just been wedding announcement garbage."

Cress licked her lips. "If I could have access to the security center again, I could find out—"

"No."

She glared at him, and was met with a finger jutting toward her nose. "We already risked enough. You're staying here." Turning away, he adjusted his shoulder armor, looking once again like the queen's loyal servant. "Long shift tonight—I'm on duty for the entire wedding and celebratory feast. But most of us are, so it should be quiet around here at least."

Cress sighed. There had been a time when the quiet and solitude would have been comforting. That was what she'd been accustomed to aboard the satellite, after all. But now it made her feel even more like a prisoner.

"Bye," she muttered, before adding half-jokingly, "Bring me back some cake."Jacin paused with his hand on the door. His face softened. "I'll do my best."

He pulled open the door, and froze.

Cress's heart leaped into her throat.

Another guard stood in the hall, his hand raised to knock. His attention flitted from Jacin to Cress.

Recovering faster than Cress, Jacin crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, blocking the guard's view of her. "What do you want?"

"Who's she?" the guard asked.

"That's my business."

"Oh, please." The guard shoved aside Jacin's arm, forcing his way into the small room. Cress pushed her back against the wall, squeezing the portscreen so hard she heard the plastic creak in protest. "Lots of guards might take mistresses, but not you."

The door shut behind him.

Cress was watching the stranger when she heard the click of a gun's safety releasing.

The guard froze, his back to Jacin. His gaze turned surprised as he raised both hands to the side of his head.

"Who said anything about a mistress?" Jacin growled.

Cress swallowed. This guard was unfamiliar, with dark eyes and wavy hair cut above his ears. She didn't remember him from the ambush at the docks, but she couldn't be sure.