Inferno: the thrilling final novel in the Talon saga from New York Times bestselling author Julie Kagawa. Julie KagawaЧитать онлайн книгу.
of red. “Are you...fucking serious?” he roared, making me wince. “Not only are we accepting help from these monsters, we’re going to free them, too? Turn more dragons loose on the world, that’s what you’re planning?”
“You don’t have to come,” Riley said, that dangerous smirk crossing his face again. “If rescuing a bunch of soulless lizards is against your moral code, feel free to stay behind. In fact, I encourage it. It would be such a crying shame if you didn’t make it back.”
Ward shot him a look of black hatred, and I winced. Riley’s anger, though justified, was not helping things. “Lieutenant Martin,” Ward continued, his voice stiff and ugly. “Just so we are perfectly clear. Do you truly intend to help these monsters?”
“Yes,” Martin replied firmly. “I gave my word, and the Order is in desperate need of allies, Lieutenant. These dragons have agreed to help us fight Talon, and right now, I will take their aid and the hope of survival over following the Code of St. George.”
“Very well,” Ward growled. “Then I have no choice but to be a part of this. Someone must be there to make sure these things don’t slit our throats from behind. Though let it be on your conscience when they inevitably turn on us.”
“Funny,” Riley said. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
Ward didn’t deign to answer. Spinning on a heel, he marched from the room, slamming the door behind him. The frame rattled in the wake of the lieutenant’s exit, and he was gone.
Martin sighed.
“Sebastian,” he continued, as if determined to ignore everything that had happened in the past five minutes. “Good work on retrieving the prototype. I did some research while you were away. The island you’ve described does indeed exist, and appears to be privately owned. Look here.” He pointed to the table, where the map of the island lay unfolded at the center. “Judging from the map,” Martin continued as we crowded forward, “it has a docking station at the west point for food and supplies, and a guard tower at the north, south and east points of the island. But as far as I can tell, the rest of the fence line is unpatrolled.”
“So getting in won’t be an issue,” Riley guessed. “The challenge will be leaving the island with a bunch of dragons in tow, some of whom might not be able to Shift into human form.” He grimaced and looked at Martin. “Did you happen to find a solution to that little problem? How we’re going to safely transport a large number of dragons across the ocean without anyone seeing them?”
“The Order still has a few resources at its disposal,” Martin replied with a thoughtful look at the map. His brow furrowed, and he nodded slowly. “It will be difficult, but I think I have a way.” He paused, as if thinking, then glanced up at Riley. “I assume you’ll want this done as soon as possible.”
Riley nodded. “As soon as we can.”
“All right.” The lieutenant stepped back from the table. “I’ll need to make a few more calls, phone in a few favors, but if everything works out, we’ll be ready to go in under a week. I can’t promise anything more than that.”
“You’ve already agreed to more than we’d hoped for,” I said, making him raise a brow at me. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”
He gave a grim smile. “Don’t thank me yet, dragon. If this mission is to succeed, all its members must work together without fail. That means dragons and soldiers of St. George. Talk to me afterward, if any of us are still alive. St. Anthony...” He looked at Tristan, who snapped to attention. “If you would kindly join me in my office with the prototype. I would like to hear the mission details while we are examining this weapon in private. Sebastian?” He glanced at me. “Join us when you can.”
“Yes, sir.”
They left the room, Tristan retrieving the prototype from the desk, leaving me to think about the upcoming mission, and how unlikely it was that everyone would get along, work together and pull this off without a hitch. Ward’s arrival and insistence upon coming with us to the island certainly threw everything into question.
Riley shook his head and stepped back. “Well, I need to find Wes,” he announced, glancing at me and Garret. “Let him know what’s going on, see if he can uncover anything useful. If that Lieutenant Loudmouth and his men are coming with us, I want to know everything we can about that island so we can at least be prepared if they decide to shoot us in the back.”
“What about Mist?” Garret suggested. “She’s the one who gave us the map. Maybe she knows something.”
Riley’s face darkened.
“Yeah,” he muttered, not sounding at all convinced. “Mist. An ex-Talon agent with a mystery employer backing us up with the soldiers of St. George. That gives me all sorts of confidence that this mission is going to go well.” He ran a hand down his face, grimacing. “Maybe you can talk to her, Firebrand,” he suggested, glancing at me. “See if you can find out who this mystifying employer of hers is. I haven’t had any luck dragging it out of her.”
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