I could feel the old Basilisk watching me, his gaze burning the side of my head, and stifled a sigh. “Of course, sir,” I muttered, not meeting his gaze. “Whatever Talon needs me to do.” Because that’s what they expected me to say, even though my insides roiled with anger as I did. A pause and then, though I knew better, my curiosity got the better of me. “What kind of thing will I be testing out, exactly?”

My trainer chuckled. “Oh, I think you’ll like this, Agent Cobalt,” he said, his hard smile making me realize I would feel the exact opposite. And the old bastard knew it, too. “In fact, I believe it’s right up your alley.”

Garret

Garret

“Bloody hell,” the man beside me muttered.

I turned from the window and gave him a wary glance. We’d been traveling for nearly an hour, fleeing down dusty roads with the sun beating down on us, turning the inside of the van into an oven. Knowing St. George was still out there, we’d avoided the main strip of highway, taking back roads and constantly looking for vehicles that could belong to our pursuers. No one seemed to be giving chase, and with every mile, we drew farther and farther away from the St. George chapterhouse, but being out in the open like this made me nervous. The Order wouldn’t stop hunting me, especially now that I was in the company of dragons. Dragons who had broken into their chapterhouse and escaped with a traitor. We had to find shelter soon. I hoped my rescuers had a place they could go.

The driver, Wes, I think his name was, pursed his lips at the dashboard before raising his head to call over his shoulder. “Running on fumes here, Riley,” he said, his voice tight and sharp. “I’m going to need to stop for gas, or we’ll be hauling a bloody dragon carcass across the desert on foot.”

“Dammit,” came the low voice from the back. “All right, pull off when you get the chance, but let’s do this quickly.”