Chapters (63)
- Cover
- Back Cover Text
- Booklist
- About the Author
- Praise
- Dedication
- PART I: Sacrifice Is Necessary
- Chapter 1: DANTE
- Chapter 2: EMBER
- Chapter 3: RILEY
- Chapter 4: GARRET
- Chapter 5: EMBER
- Chapter 6: GARRET
- Chapter 7: DANTE
- Chapter 8: RILEY
- Chapter 9: EMBER
- Chapter 10: GARRET
- Chapter 11: EMBER
- Chapter 12: DANTE
- PART II: The Wyrm Turns
- Chapter 13: DANTE
- Chapter 14: EMBER
- Chapter 15: RILEY
- Chapter 16: EMBER
- PART III: Fang and Fire
- Chapter 17: RILEY
- Chapter 18: EMBER
- Chapter 19: DANTE
- Chapter 20: GARRET
- Chapter 21: DANTE
- Chapter 22: EMBER
- Chapter 23: RILEY
- Chapter 24: EMBER
- Chapter 25: GARRET
- Chapter 26: RILEY
- Chapter 27: EMBER
- Chapter 28: GARRET
- Chapter 29: EMBER
- Chapter 30: RILEY
- Chapter 31: EMBER
- Chapter 32: GARRET
- Chapter 33: RILEY
- Chapter 34: EMBER
- Chapter 35: DANTE
- Chapter 36: GARRET
- Chapter 37: RILEY
- Chapter 38: GARRET
- Chapter 39: RILEY
- Chapter 40: GARRET
- Chapter 41: DANTE
- Chapter 42: GARRET
- Chapter 43: DANTE
- Chapter 44: GARRET
- Chapter 45: DANTE
- Chapter 46: GARRET
- Chapter 47: DANTE
- Chapter 48: GARRET
- Chapter 49: DANTE
- Chapter 50: EMBER
- Chapter 51: RILEY
- Chapter 52: GARRET
- EPILOGUE
- Chapter 53: DANTE
“Don’t worry about that,” Jade said, surprising us all. “You just concentrate on getting the Talon woman away from the vicinity and finding her room. I will take care of the guards.”
He eyed her, raising a brow. “And how are you going to do that exactly? Eat them?”
“Please. I would very likely get food poisoning.” She wrinkled her nose and sniffed in clear disgust. “Do not worry. As I once told our soldier friend, a shen-lung has her ways. You get the Talon agent out of the building and find where her room is located. Leave any guards to me.”
Riley stared at her a moment longer, then shrugged. “You’re awfully certain about that,” he muttered, pulling his phone out of his jacket pocket. “But as we’re a little short on time, I guess I’ll have to trust you know what you’re doing. Hang on a second.” He pressed a button on his phone, then put it to his ear. “Wes. We’re at the Wingate Hotel, about ten miles from the crash site. I need you to find which room Miranda’s staying in.” A pause, and he rolled his eyes. “Of course we’re going to sneak in, what do you think?... I don’t know, the Eastern dragon thinks she can get past the guards.” He sighed. “Don’t argue, Wes. Just do it.”
A couple minutes passed, and he nodded. “Three-eighteen. Got it. I’ll call you if there’s trouble.” He frowned. “Thank you, Wesley, your votes of confidence are always so inspiring.”
“Okay,” I said as Riley lowered his arm. “One problem down—we know what room she’s in. How are we going to get her to leave long enough to search it?”
“Don’t worry, Firebrand.” Riley gave a wicked smile. “King of BS right here, remember? Watch and learn.”
Pressing in a number, he held the phone to his ear and waited a few moments as it rang. “Hello, front desk?... Yes, could you please connect me to Miranda Kent’s room? I believe she’s staying there tonight.” A pause, and he grinned. “Thank you.”
I held my breath, watching Riley and counting the number of imaginary rings in my head. At three rings, he raised his head. “Ms. Kent? This is Director Smith, from the crash site? Sorry to bother you, but we recently found something of an anomaly near one of the victims, and thought you might want to see it.”