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
The floor dropped out from under me, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Not only was Faith a Talon operative, Ava was one, too. This whole thing was an elaborate plot by the organization. If they had sent a Viper, Lilith’s other student, of all people, I must have really pissed them off. And Riley…might already be gone.
I clenched my fists as my dragon snarled in defiance. “No,” I said, as Faith’s eyebrows rose. “You’re wrong. You don’t know Riley. He’s more than a match for any Talon agent.” He had to be; I refused to believe anything else. If he was dead…I would know. My dragon would know. “It’s Mist you should be worried about,” I told Faith.
Faith shrugged. “Regardless,” she said, seemingly unconcerned about her partner, “he’s not here. And he isn’t the one you should be worried about right now.”
Her gaze shifted away from me, turning calculating and cruel as it fixed on Garret. “A soldier of St. George,” she mused, and my blood chilled. “How very…interesting. You have fallen quite far, haven’t you?” She shook her head and glanced at me with obvious contempt. “Consorting with the enemy? Allying yourself with a soldier of St. George?” She tsked, a mock-sorrowful look crossing her face. “For shame, really. What would Lilith say? What would Talon say?”
My throat felt tight with panic. I didn’t know what was happening with Riley, what Mist was doing to him, but I did know what would happen to Garret. Talon would kill him, right now, for no other reason than he had been part of St. George. It didn’t matter that he was on our side now. It didn’t matter that the Order itself was hunting him. They would show a soldier of St. George no mercy, unless I could somehow change their mind. Fighting right now would be suicide. With half a dozen guns trained on us, even if I survived, that first volley would kill the soldier.
We were trapped. Riley was gone, we were outnumbered and outgunned, and the Viper had us right where she wanted. This was checkmate for us, but I had to save Garret, at least. I could endure going back if I knew the soldier was still alive out there. And then, when I had returned to Talon and discovered who was responsible for this, I would take my revenge. For Riley, Dante, Garret and all the rogues Talon had crushed. If I couldn’t be free, I would make them suffer for it.
But keeping Faith from putting a bullet through Garret’s skull was the important thing right now.