Chapters (67)
- Back Cover Text
- Booklist
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Contents
- Part I
- Garret
- Dante
- Ember
- Cobalt
- Garret
- Ember
- Riley
- Ember
- Garret
- Part II
- Cobalt
- Garret
- Dante
- Ember
- Riley
- Ember
- Garret
- Cobalt
- Ember
- Dante
- Riley
- Ember
- Riley
- Garret
- Riley
- Ember
- Garret
- Riley
- Dante
- Part III
- Ember
- Riley
- Garret
- Riley
- Ember
- Riley
- Cobalt
- Ember
- Garret
- Ember
- Garret
- Riley
- Ember
- Riley
- Ember
- Riley
- Ember
- Riley
- Ember
- Garret
- Riley
- Cobalt
- Ember
- Dante
- Ember
- Epilogue
- Dante
- Acknowledgments
- Questions for Discussion
- Excerpt
- Copyright
Surprised, I looked at her. She stood a little ways behind us, pale and terrified but resolved. “Ava saved me,” she insisted. “I wouldn’t have gotten out of Talon if it wasn’t for her. I want to help, however I can.”
Garret shook his head. “You’re not trained for this,” he stated. “I can’t effectively search for the others if I’m worried about protecting you, Faith. It’s better if you stay here.”
“Please,” Faith whispered, and turned to me. “Don’t leave me here,” she pleaded. “I can’t stay behind, doing nothing, not knowing if you’ll come back. I swear I won’t get in your way or slow you down. And I’ll do whatever you tell me to do.” Her eyes went glassy, even as she took a deep breath, composing herself. “Ava is like a sister to me,” she said, making my stomach knot. “I won’t abandon her. I might not be trained for this, but two dragons stand a better chance against St. George than one. Please, I have to come.”
I looked helplessly at Garret, who nodded. “All right,” he agreed, sounding reluctant. “Just stay close, and try to hide if things get dangerous.” He turned to Wes, his voice cool. “They’ll need weapons,” he said. “Both of them. If St. George is down there, we can’t take any chances.”
Wes nodded, rising from the chair. “I suppose there’s really no other way to do this,” he said, pulling a duffel bag from the corner and setting it on the bed. Unzipping it, he stepped back as Garret rummaged inside and pulled out a handgun. Turning, he offered it to me. I took it without hesitation this time, checking the chamber for rounds before shoving it into the waistband of my jeans and pulling my shirt over it, as I’d seen Garret do. No being squeamish now. I was a soldier, and this was a war. If we were going to save Riley and Ava, I had to accept that.
Faith paled when Garret held a pistol out to her, but she took it without hesitation. Wes watched the soldier with hooded eyes, his expression torn between dislike and cautious hope. “Get Riley out,” he told him, as Garret checked his own gun for rounds, then snapped the cartridge back into place. “Nothing else matters. You’re not just saving him, you’re saving everyone in his underground. I can’t do what Riley does. If he dies, all the dragons and humans he rescued from Talon are as good as dead.”