“Well, she does. Miss Scarlet Benoit. Supposedly she just turned eighteen, but—brace yourself—she doesn’t have any hospital records. Get it? Holy spades, I’m a genius.” Cinder scowled. “I don’t get it.” Tilting back, Thorne peered at her upside down. “She doesn’t have any hospital records.” “So?” He spun the chair to face her. “Do you know a single person who wasn’t born in a hospital?” Cinder considered. “Are you suggesting that she could be the princess?” “That’s precisely what I’m suggesting.”
