"He's attached," said Scarlet, watching Thorne's podship
through the cockpit viewing window.
"That wasn't too embarrassing."
Cinder propped herself against the door frame.
"I hope he's quick about it.
We have no way of knowing that this girl isn't
being monitored."
"You don't trust her?" said Wolf.
"I don't trust her?" said Wolf.
"Wait. Is that another ship?"
Scarlet jerked forward, pulling up a radar search
on the screen beside her.
"Our scanners aren't seeing it."
Wolf and Cinder clusters behind her, feeding down
at the podship, only slightly larger than Thorne's,
as it neared the satellite.
Cinder's heart began to pound.
"Lunar."
"It has to be," said Scarlet.
"If they're blocking the signals—"
"No, look.
The insignia."
Wolf cursed.
"It's a royal ship.
Probably a thaumaturge."
"She betrayed us," Cinder murmured,
shaking her he'd in disbelief.
"I don't believe it."
"Do we run?" asked Scarlet.
"And abandon Thorne?"
In the window, the Lunar podship had connected
with the satellite's second clamp.
Cinder raked her fingers through her hair, her
thoughts stumbling through her head.
"Comm them. Establish the D-COMM link.
We need to know what's going on—"
"No," said Wolf.
"It's possible they don't know we're here.
Maybe she didn't betray us.
If they didn't pick up our ship on radar, there's
still a chance they haven't
had visual of us."
"They would know Thorne's podship came from
somewhere!"
"Maybe he'll be able to get away," Iko chimed in,
but there wasn't the normal enthusiasm to her tone.
"Against a thaumaturge?
You saw how well that worked out in Paris.
"So what do we do?" said Scarlet.
"We can't comm them, we can't dock..."
"We should run," said Wolf.
"They'll come for us next."
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Cress
Teen FictionTheir best hope lies with Cress, a girl trapped on a satellite since childhood who's only ever had her netscreens as company. All that screen time has made Cress an excellent hacker. Unfortunately, she's being force to work for Queen Levana, and she...
