Once, people had looked at her with revulsion. Now, people were terrified of her.
She wasn’t sure which was worse.
She wanted to scream to the world that it wasn’t her fault she was this way. She’d had nothing to do with it.
It surely wouldn’t have been her choice if one had been given to her.
Lunar.
Cyborg.
Fugitive.
Outlaw.
Outcast.
Cinder buried her face in her arms and urged the swirling injustices away. She would not get carried away with self-loathing. She had too many other things to worry about.
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I think we should stay and talk to her. Maybe she’ll know where to find Michelle.”
“Stay and talk to her? And give her even more leads about how to track us? That’s the stupidest thing I ever heard.”
“Hey, I liked my idea of bringing her along, but you already vetoed that idea, so now I’m resorting to Plan B, which is to interrogate her. And I am really looking forward to it. I used to play a game called interrogation with one of my old girlfriends where we—”
“That’s enough.” Cinder raised her hand, silencing him. “This is a bad idea. I’m leaving now. You can stay here with your girlfriend if you like.” She marched past him.
Thorne stayed on her heels. “Now that was definitely jealousy I just heard.
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Creeping over her, Cinder peered out the front door. A beat-up hover sat in the courtyard.
“What are you doing?” said Thorne.
“Looking.” Cinder turned around to see Thorne stepping into the foyer, eyeing the girl with mild curiosity. “She seems to be alone.”
A wicked grin spread across his face. “We should take her with us.”
Cinder glared. “Are you crazy?”
“Crazy in love. She’s gorgeous.”
“You’re an idiot. Help me carry her into the living room.”
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“What’s this scar from?” she asked. “One of the fights?”
His head shifted, almost imperceptibly. “Stupidity.”
Chewing her lip, she inched closer and grazed a fainter scar across his temple. “How about this one?”
He ducked back, forced to lift his head to pull away from her. “That was a bad one,” he said, but didn’t elaborate.
Scarlet hummed thoughtfully, then dragged her knuckle against the tiniest scar on his lip. “What about—”
His hand snatched at her, stilling her caresses. His grip was not harsh, but unforgiving all the same. “Please stop,” he said, even as his gaze fell to her lips.
Scarlet licked them instinctively, saw his eyes grow frantic.
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Her mind emptied of everything but the gusting wind and how fragile Wolf looked in that heartbeat, like one movement could break him open.
“I’m all right,” she assured him again, wrapping her free arm around his back and pulling him toward her until she could curl up beneath the shelter of his body, burying her head against his neck. She felt his gulp, then his arms were around her, crushing her against his chest.
The train angled toward the west, the forest blurring on either side of them. It seemed ages before the adrenaline drained out of Scarlet’s limbs, before she could breathe without her lungs hiccupping at the effort. Wolf’s embrace never relaxed. The sensation of his breath against her ear the only proof he was living flesh, not stone.
When finally she had stopped trembling, Scarlet peeled herself away from him. The vice of his arms reluctantly let her go and she dared to meet his gaze again.
The shocked horror had left him, replaced with heat and longing and uncertainty. And fear, so much fear, but she didn’t think it had anything to do with her nearly falling off the train.
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Scarlet cried out, the momentum of the jump sending her spinning away from him toward the ledge. She dug her fingernails into his shoulders but his shirt ripped out from beneath her and then she was falling, the world tumbling around her.
A hand gripped her wrist, her fall stopped with a painful yank on her shoulder. She screamed, thrashing her feet as the ground whipped by beneath her. Blinded by the wind-thrown hair in her face, she flailed her free hand up toward him and grasped on to his forearm, squeezing as desperately as she could with slick fingers.
She heard his grunt—bordering on a roar—and felt herself being hauled up. She beat her feet against the train’s side, struggling for any traction, before she was heaved onto the roof. Wolf rolled her away from the edge, landing on top of her. His hands hastily brushed the curls from her face, gripped her shoulders, rubbed her bruised wrist, every ounce of his frenetic energy devoted to checking that she was there. That she was all right.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I lost focus, I slipped—I’m sorry. Scarlet. Are you all right?”
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I used to throw fits and tantrums, break things and make up stories and anything I could, just to get his attention. To get him to care. But I never did any of that with Grand-mère. We would sit in the garden on warm nights and just talk, and she would actually listen to what I said. She treated my opinions like they were valid, like I had something worthwhile to say.

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(About her father) 

Scarlet’s brow was creased as she inched toward him. “Do that again.”
He took half a step back, eyes glinting with sudden nerves. “Do what?”
“Smile.”
The order was met with the opposite response. Wolf shrank back, his jaw tense as if to be sure his lips stayed locked together.
Scarlet hesitated only a moment before reaching for him. He winced, but didn’t move as she cupped his chin and gently pulled open his lips with her thumb. He took in a hissing breath, before touching his tongue to the point of his right tooth.
But they were not normal. They were almost fang-like, with sharp, elongated canines.
She realized, too slowly, they were like wolf teeth.
Wolf turned his face away, locking his jaw again. His whole body stayed tense, uncomfortable. She saw him gulp.

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If you’re going to sit here and torture me, then you can just get up and go back to that fancified mortuary you all live in," I said.
“Ooooh! She dares send the poor zombie boy away in shame! What if I bring news?”
I looked up at him. “News of what?”
“News that Vince is pining away for you. That he’s inconsolable.” Jules’s tone was serious now. “That he’s not only technically a `dead man walking’ … now he’s emotionally one too.
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Vincent smiled. “If I were riding to the challenge, would you give me your favor to display on my arm, fair lady?”
I pretended to dig through my bag. “I can’t seem to find my lace kerchief. How about a Kleenex?”
Laughing, Vincent threw an arm around my shoulders and squeezed me tightly. “You’re amazing,” he said.
“That’s a definite step up from `amusing,’” I reminded him, unable to prevent my cheeks from reddening with pleasure.
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