Inferno (Talon #5)(72)
Ember reached back to slide her fingers into my hair. “Can we stay like this a little while?” she asked. “It’s so crowded downstairs, and I’m not going to get much sleep tonight, anyway. It’s nice to be away from everything for a few minutes.”
“Yeah.” I nodded. “We can stay here.” All night if you want to. Lowering my head, I kissed the side of her neck, making her sigh, and wrapped my arms around her. “If you get tired,” I told her, “go ahead and sleep. I won’t let you fall.”
She chuckled softly. “That would be the height of embarrassing—a dragon breaking its leg by rolling off a roof. Riley would never let me live it down.” She paused, lightly tracing my arm with her fingers. “We’ve come a long way,” she mused. “And we’ve done so much in a such a short time. The Order and the rogues are working together. Riley finally got to the facility and rescued everyone like he wanted, but more important, we wouldn’t have succeeded without St. George’s help. There’s hope for us, for dragons and the Order, I can feel it. I just…” She lowered her head, her next words almost inaudible. “I wish Dante was here to see it, too.”
DANTE
“Are you ready, Dante?” asked the Elder Wyrm.
Standing in the Elder Wyrm’s new office, I took a breath to calm the emotions churning in my stomach, and nodded.
Everything was in place. The men, the security, the special “surprises” we had planned. All was foolproof. Nothing would slip past us this time. When Cobalt and the Order of St. George finally made their move, no matter what they had prepared, we would be ready for them.
And when Ember inevitably showed up, when I stood face-to-face with my twin once more, I knew what I had to do.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said confidently. This was it, the end of an era. It was time to stop these games, once and for all. “I’m ready.”
EMBER
In military terms, the darkest hour before dawn was known as Before Morning Nautical Twilight. Historically, according to Garret, it was a favorite time to launch a surprise attack on enemy forces, because it was the time when the human body was at its least alert. It also gave you a full day of war during which, hopefully, you could press your advantage and leave the enemy scrambling for control the rest of the battle.
That was the theory, anyway.
I sat beside Garret in the back of the semi truck, feeling every bounce and rumble of the gravel road through the metal walls of the container. Outside, it was dark; the only light came from a couple lanterns set on the floor of the semi, but at least it wasn’t cold. Not with the amount of bodies surrounding us.
Beside us, covering nearly every square inch of the container, a small army of dragons waited in silence. Hatchlings, Juveniles and dragonells sat quietly along the wall, their expressions grim with anticipation. A few were asleep, curled up in corners or leaning against a friend, and I envied them the few hours of oblivion. We’d been traveling through the night, and even with several pillows, blankets and mattresses scattered about, the bed of a semi truck was not comfortable. Riley was up front driving the rig, with Wes and Mist beside him in the cab, and I also envied them the additional comfort of padded seats. But I had volunteered to stay in the back with the rest of the hatchlings and dragonells, so I couldn’t complain. At least there were no soldiers of St. George in the container with us—well, besides Garret. The rest of the Order were trailing behind in a second semi, and it was a relief not to have to worry about certain soldiers taking offense over sharing space with dragons.
Though, there being less of them, they probably had a lot more room in the back of the truck. Stupid St. George prejudices. We were allies, yes, but there was still a long way to go.
Beside me, Garret was calm. He was dressed like a soldier, in a black armored vest, gloves and combat boots, with a variety of weapons holstered to his belt or across his chest. I was dressed similarly, with a vest over my Viper suit, an M4 over my shoulder and a pistol holstered to my belt. His gloved hand was curled around mine in the space between us, and I could feel the easy rise and fall of his breath.
I wished I could find some of his tranquility. For the past hour, I’d been trying to calm myself, to ease the frantic writhing of nerves in my stomach the closer we got to our destination. I knew the hatchlings and the dragonells were just as scared, probably more so, and they were all holding up remarkably well, considering the situation. But to me, gazing over the crowded container, they all seemed very young. Which was silly, as most of the hatchlings were my age or older, and some of the dragonells were Juveniles. They had their whole lives ahead of them, centuries of living left to do. But, for some of them at least, it was all going to end today.
I shivered, and beside me Garret turned his head, a worried look on his face. “You all right?” he asked.
I nodded, shoving my worries, regrets and doubts to the back of my mind. “How much longer?”
He glanced at his watch. “Another fifteen minutes,” he murmured, making my stomach want to crawl up my throat. I shoved it down with the rest of my fears. “We’re nearly to the stopping point.”
And then, the hand that had been laced with mine disengaged, and he curled his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to him. I didn’t resist, and he shifted slightly to draw me to his chest, wrapping both arms around me. I tucked my head under his chin and closed my eyes, knowing the hatchlings and dragonells were watching, not caring what they thought. Garret lay his cheek atop my head and tangled his fingers in my hair, but didn’t go any further than that. We held each other in silence, listening to our hearts thump quietly together. Last time, his pulse seemed to whisper to me. Last time, last time, last time.