Cinder was standing outside, leaning against the wall. Her mind raced, hands still shaking ever so slightly. So she was lunar? Fine. So she was a rare breed of Lunar that was immune to their powers? Sure-but then why had the queen's glamour worked on her? If it wasn't for her cyborg programming, she would've been a dazed mess like the rest of the crowd-either Dr. Erland had lied to her or he was just wrong...maybe she wasn't Lunar. Maybe he had been mistaken, and her immunity was due to something else-she let out a frustrated huff.