A sibilant chuckle echoed from the darkness around me. “I don’t know what they saw in you,” the disembodied voice stated. Impossible to pinpoint which direction it came from. “For the life of me, I can’t imagine why Talon chose Lilith to be your instructor. What a terrible waste of her time and talent. It’s certainly not her fault you were completely unsuited to be a Viper. No discipline, no killer instinct at all.” A disgusted sniff followed, though I still had no idea from where. “I heard the Elder Wyrm was hoping to ingrain some of Lilith’s ruthlessness into you, that’s why she was chosen as your teacher,” Faith continued, “but then you went rogue and disappointed everyone. Your brother is much more salvageable, I hear.”

“Where’s Dante?” I snarled, my voice echoing through the warehouse. “I don’t believe he set this up, he wouldn’t do that do me. You’re lying.”

Another soft laugh. “I suppose the hatchling in the meeting with Mr. Roth—the one who looked just like you—was just there to discuss politics,” the voice said, finally resolving itself in a direction, directly in front of me. “Of course, you could always ask him yourself. If you survive tonight!”

I spun around with fangs and claws bared to face the dragon charging in from behind. With a triumphant snarl, I lunged, thinking I had her. Quick as a snake, she changed direction, leaped over my head and soared up to land on the container aisle behind me.

Dammit, she’s fast. Hold still already.

Growling, I sprang after her, using a shove from my wings to launch myself off the ground. This time, the other dragon didn’t run away but smiled as I landed on the edge of the container. Somewhere in the labyrinth, a flurry of gunshots rang off the rafters; Garret and the remaining Talon agents still going at it. I hoped he was okay, but I couldn’t help him now.

“No more games,” I said, glaring at Faith, who watched me with her tail curled around herself, that insufferably smug grin still plastered across her muzzle. She was faster than me, and she knew it, but I wasn’t going to let her get the upper hand. “That’s twice now that someone has mentioned the Elder Wyrm,” I went on. “What does the CEO of Talon, the most powerful dragon in existence, want with us? And how does Dante fit into all of this?”

Faith sneered. “You think they’d tell me? If you’re so very curious, go back to Talon and ask him yourself. Or better yet, I can call him right now and ask him.” She jerked her slender muzzle at the ground, smiling. “I left my phone right over there when I changed. There’s only one number on it. Call him yourself and see what your precious twin has been doing.”