Back Rogue
Chapters (67)
  1. Back Cover Text
  2. Booklist
  3. Title Page
  4. Dedication
  5. Contents
  6. Part I
  7. Garret
  8. Dante
  9. Ember
  10. Cobalt
  11. Garret
  12. Ember
  13. Riley
  14. Ember
  15. Garret
  16. Part II
  17. Cobalt
  18. Garret
  19. Dante
  20. Ember
  21. Riley
  22. Ember
  23. Garret
  24. Cobalt
  25. Ember
  26. Dante
  27. Riley
  28. Ember
  29. Riley
  30. Garret
  31. Riley
  32. Ember
  33. Garret
  34. Riley
  35. Dante
  36. Part III
  37. Ember
  38. Riley
  39. Garret
  40. Riley
  41. Ember
  42. Riley
  43. Cobalt
  44. Ember
  45. Garret
  46. Ember
  47. Garret
  48. Riley
  49. Ember
  50. Riley
  51. Ember
  52. Riley
  53. Ember
  54. Riley
  55. Ember
  56. Garret
  57. Riley
  58. Cobalt
  59. Ember
  60. Dante
  61. Ember
  62. Epilogue
  63. Dante
  64. Acknowledgments
  65. Questions for Discussion
  66. Excerpt
  67. Copyright

My legs were frozen. I couldn’t move. I could only stare at the creature before me, torn between awe and utter panic. Besides my sister, I’d only ever seen one other of my kind in its real form, an adult who wasn’t even half the size of this dragon. He had to be a Wyrm, one of three dragons in the world who had passed the thousand-year mark, who had survived so long that they were the size of buildings. Everyone in Talon knew of the Elder Wyrm, the oldest and most powerful of us all, but the identities and locations of the other two were a jealously guarded secret. Reign was ancient, a lesser god gazing down at three tiny insects scurrying around his feet.

I suddenly realized why Talon allowed him his…idiosyncrasies, as Mr. Roth put it. Who would dare to tell him no?

“Well.” The deep voice reverberated through the cavern like thunder, making the walls tremble. “Here you are, then.” Reign pulled himself to his full impressive height, dwarfing everything in the cavern as he stretched, before sinking back and curling his tail around himself. His scales, like antique coins, glittered as he lowered his head to regard me with a blood-chilling smile. “Welcome to my casino,” he continued, giving me a clear, terrifying view of his fangs. “I trust the accommodations are acceptable?”

He was talking to me, I realized, not my trainer or Mr. Roth. Which struck me as very odd. Why would one of the most powerful dragons in Talon take the time to address me and not my superiors?

Be polite, Mr. Roth had said. Always a good plan when staring down an eighty-foot dragon who could swallow you in one bite. “Yes, sir,” I managed, grateful that my voice didn’t shake. “You’ve been more than accommodating. Thank you for seeing us on such short notice. Your hotel is very impressive.”

Reign sniffed, but he seemed pleased. “I see they’ve trained you well,” he rumbled, and raised his head to observe the other dragons, standing patiently to either side. “Though I wouldn’t have expected anything else. But I have little time for pleasantries. Let us talk business.”

His eyes glittered, and he folded his front claws before him like a cat, the curved talons lightly raking the floor. “So the other little hatchling has run away,” he said, sounding amused and impatient at the same time. “And now, you think she is somewhere in my city.” He snorted, sending a billow of smoke into the air. “I find that highly unlikely. Nothing happens here without my knowledge. No one comes or goes unless I know about it. I have eyes in almost every casino, every hotel on and off the Strip.” He angled a horn at the bank of screens surrounding him. “If this girl has entered my territory, what makes you think she can hide from me?”