Thankfully, the journey was almost done. I knew I wasn’t the only one who would be relieved to be on solid ground again.
Ahead of me, the first semi came to a stop with a squeaking of brakes and a billow of dust. Beyond it, I could see the familiar blue roof of the farmhouse, two stories high, with numerous rooms and enough space, inside and out, to host a large group of renegade dragons. In normal times. With a few hundred acres of privately owned farmland surrounding it, this was the safest place for us to hide from Talon and the rest of the world. But there were already twelve hatchlings on the property, all of them rogues Riley had gotten out of Talon. Now we were arriving with twenty-six more. Things were going to be very cramped the next few days. And that didn’t even count the dozen or so soldiers of St. George who would be arriving, as well.
I suppressed a grimace. With everything that had happened on the island, and with a reprisal from Talon almost a certainty, it had been decided that the alliance between the rogues and the Order of St. George would continue, at least for now. None of us were particularly happy about it, especially Riley and Lieutenant Ward. But even they recognized the advantage in numbers, that we were stronger as allies than enemies. If Talon did send their vessels after us again, at least together we stood a fighting chance.
Glancing in my rearview mirror, I saw the van that had been trailing behind me pull around and roll up the drive. Lieutenant Martin was in the driver’s seat, with Ward sitting beside him with his usual scowl on his face. I cast a nervous glance at the front porch, where several faces peered curiously out the windows, watching the convoy pull into the yard. Riley had sent word ahead, warning Jade and the others that the Order of St. George were coming, instructing them not to panic when the soldiers arrived. Hopefully, no one would.
The van pulled to a stop beside my door, and the passenger’s side window buzzed down. “Sebastian.” Martin gazed at me, his voice tired. “Where do they want us?”
“The farmhouse is full,” I answered, which was putting it mildly. With the arrival of the dragonells, the total number of rogues in the farmhouse now totaled thirty-four, and that wasn’t counting Ember, Riley, Mist and Jade. It was a big house, but every available room, couch and pullout bed would be taken over by dragons. Dragons who were exhausted, shaken, confused and still understandably terrified of the Order. Adding a dozen soldiers of St. George to a crowded, already volatile situation was asking for trouble. “There’s a bunkhouse around back,” I told Martin, who gave a solemn nod. “According to the owner, it hasn’t been used for years, and all the bedding has been taken by the rogues, but it’ll be a roof over your heads at least.”
“We’ll make do.” Martin glanced behind him at the soldiers waiting quietly, and sighed. “This isn’t the worst we’ve endured.”
“Not a very defensible position, Sebastian,” Ward remarked. Glancing at the farmhouse, his eyes narrowed in disdain. “If Talon attacks us here, we’ll be at a severe disadvantage. What measures have the lizards taken to ensure we won’t be overrun in the night?”
“Talon doesn’t know about this place,” I replied. “After the Night of Fang and Fire, there was nowhere else to go. The rest of Riley’s safe houses had been compromised. Plus, it’s the only location that can hold a large number of dragons without them being seen by the general public.”
“Still.” Ward shook his head. “No guards. No defensives. Not even a lookout. How do these lizards expect to fight if they are attacked?”
“They’re not soldiers, sir.” I nodded to a pair of faces in the window peering out at us with wide, anxious eyes. “Many of them are teenagers. With few exceptions, none of them have been trained for war. Until very recently, if anyone did arrive on their steps with the intent to kill them, they ran. Because that’s all they could do. They didn’t stay to fight a battle they would lose, and they knew talking would be useless. We—St. George—taught them that.”
Ward grunted. “That is still no reason to lower your guard,” he stated, unappeased. “Especially now. Talon is trying to destroy us all, and has an unlimited number of soulless abominations, or whatever you call them, to do it. If we must stay here, I want some measure of warning before Talon strolls in and slaughters everything.” He blew out a short breath and curled a lip, as if preparing to do something abhorrent. “I’ll have to speak to that blue lizard, and see if we cannot correct this oversight.”
“His name is Riley. Sir.”
Ward’s jaw tightened, but before he could say anything, Lieutenant Martin broke in. “We’ll be in the bunkhouse,” he stated. “Give us an hour to settle in, and then come speak with me, Sebastian. If you would.”
“Yes, sir.”
The windows buzzed up, and the van continued around the farmhouse and out of sight.
As I ran a tired hand down my face, a hollow thump came from the back of the semi, sounding suspiciously like a tail had been smacked against the wall in impatience. Ember, it seemed, had had enough of waiting around. Not that I could blame her; spending hours in the back of a tractor-trailer couldn’t be pleasant for anyone. Even though she’d been able to Shift back to human form, she had opted to stay with the four pregnant dragonells so they wouldn’t be alone for the journey. Of course, that also meant she’d spent two days in a dank, poorly lit shipping container as we’d sailed back to the coast. I hadn’t seen her in human form since we’d assaulted the facility, and I knew the accommodations for the dragons, while necessary, had not been ideal. I just hoped the red dragon had not reached the point of snapping at anything that got close to her.
I opened the door and exited the rig, seeing Riley ahead of us, dropping down from his seat with Mist close behind him on the passenger’s side. He gave me a nod as he strode around the back of the semi. I returned it before walking to the doors of my own truck and pulling them back with a rusty groan.
A cloud of warm, stale air billowed out of the opening, smelling of rust, grease and the faint, musky scent of dragon that was unlike anything else in the world. Ember stood in the frame, in human form and wearing the black Viper suit that masked her from head to toe. Her arms were crossed, and she gazed down at me with half teasing, half exasperated green eyes.
“Jeez, Garret,” the girl stated as my heart jumped in both worry and relief. “Were you aiming for the potholes? You must’ve hit every dip from here to Florida.”
I masked a relieved smile and held out my hand. Without pause, Ember took it and hopped down from the truck, right into my open arms. I pulled her close as her arms circled my neck, and we stood like that for a moment, the late-afternoon sun beating down on us.
“We made it,” she breathed into my neck. “We’re home.”
“Yeah,” I murmured. Home. That was a strange thought. For years, the Order had been home, the soldiers of St. George my family. And then, for a while, I hadn’t known where I fit in. I was adrift, an outsider, mistrusted by dragons and hated by the Order that raised me. Now, I was certain I’d found my place. This was where I belonged, with Ember and Riley and a bunch of rogue dragons.
Ember pulled back to gaze at the farmhouse over my shoulder. “And the house is still standing,” she remarked. “It didn’t explode or burn down while we were gone, so that’s a good thing.”
Four scaly bodies were curled up at the back of the container, so entwined with each other that it was impossible to tell them apart. “Everyone okay?” I called into the darkness.