“Trin!” he repeated, desperate and afraid. Ignoring the pain in his head, he dashed forward again, grabbing her this time before they could stop him, squeezing her hand with all he had. Send! he begged her. Send it all!
And so she did.
Caleb staggered, dropping her hand and hitting the ground hard, stunned and dazed by what she’d sent him. Their touch had only lasted a second, but it had been enough—enough to see the mutated dragons. The seedy arms dealer looking over the merchandise. Darius—his beloved mentor, Darius!—informing her of the Dracken’s true intentions.
“No,” Caleb whispered, rocking on his knees. “It can’t be.”
Darius had saved him. He’d rescued him from a life of crime and impending imprisonment. He’d promised Caleb a chance to become a hero. A chance to save the world. And yet all along, he’d been plotting to destroy it.
Somehow Caleb forced himself to stagger to his feet. While he could no longer hear Trinity’s whimpers of pain, they ravaged through his head all the same. He’d brought her here. He’d promised her peace and safety and a place to raise her dragon. Instead he’d put them both in danger.
“Caleb, there you are.”
He whirled around to find Darius walking slowly toward him, his lips curled into a self-satisfied smile. It was all Caleb could do not to smack it off his face.
“What’s…what’s going on?” he demanded, barely able to speak past his horror.
Darius gave him a pitying look. “There has been a complication,” he said, reaching Caleb and placing a fatherly hand on his arm. Caleb bit his lower lip hard, forcing himself not to jerk away from his touch. “The Fire Kissed’s mind, it seems, has been unable to accept the dragon’s bond.” He shook his head slowly. “We knew it was a possibility from the start. But we had hoped…” He trailed off.
What are you talking about? Caleb wanted to scream. You’re the one who’s been selling dragons as weapons. The one with the sick plan to burn down the world. How many people were in on this? All of the other Dracken? Had they known all along? Had they been laughing at him behind his back this whole time? Stupid, gullible Caleb, so desperate for someone to love him, he’ll believe anything you tell him—do anything you ask.
Gritting his teeth, he forced the thoughts from his mind. He couldn’t risk Darius overhearing them. “What did she do?” he asked instead.
The Dracken leader sighed deeply. “She tried to escape, ordering her dragon to slaughter two of our most promising Potentials in the process. Burning them alive simply for doing their jobs.” His face twisted into a self-righteous scowl. “Can you believe it? After all we did for her. Rescuing her from the Hunter, taking her in, clothing her, feeding her. Treating her like an honored guest…”
The indignation in his voice, along with the smooth lies rolling off his tongue, filled Caleb with rage. How many other lies had he willingly swallowed from this man over the last few years? Believing Darius when he told him he was special, that he had a gift? Yet all along, he’d been nothing more than a Dracken lap dragon, following orders without ever questioning them.
It took everything inside of him not to slam his fist into his former mentor’s face. To make him feel even half the pain that Caleb felt. Half the betrayal burning within him. Instead, he swallowed his anger down and forced his face to remain slack. Subservient. This wasn’t the time to act. It would only land him in the same prison Trin was headed for. And then there would be no one left to save her. To save Emmy.
To save the world.
“I’ve failed you,” he said, bowing his head in front of the Master, looking as contrite as possible. “I did everything I could to win her to our side. Obviously it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry. You believed in me and I let you down. I don’t deserve to call myself a Dracken.”
Darius’s face softened. “Don’t blame yourself,” he said, patting him gently on the back. “I know you did all you could. I don’t blame you in the least.”
“Thank you,” Caleb said in his most earnest voice. “I promise, I won’t let you down again.” He looked up at the Master. “So what happens next? Do we just kill her and move on?”
“I am scheduling a de-bonding ceremony for three days from now,” Darius said, “to give Mara enough time to prepare. We’ll do it publicly, with all the Potentials in attendance. After all, it was their brothers the traitor slaughtered so mercilessly. We’ll break the bond between the dragon and the Fire Kissed and then give Emberlyn to the other. Hopefully she will prove more worthy of the privilege.”
Caleb swallowed hard. “And what will happen to the traitor?” he asked, daring to meet his former mentor’s eyes with his own. “Will we keep her in custody? It would seem risky to let her go…”
“She’s not going anywhere,” Darius assured him. “No human has ever survived a de-bonding. Before the ceremony is even over, she will already be dead.”
Chapter Forty
Creak!
Trinity looked up blearily as she heard the turning of a lock outside her makeshift cell. They’d been keeping her in a wildly painted former Hot Topic dressing room, reinforced with steel bars. The room was small—too small to lie down in—and so she’d contented herself to pull her knees to her chest and lay her head on top of them in a desperate attempt to get comfortable. She had no idea how long she’d been there at this point—the blows the guards had delivered to her head had been sending her in and out of consciousness for some time, and she half wondered if she’d suffered a concussion. At least she knew they wouldn’t allow her to die—well, until they’d severed the bond between she and Emmy that was. After that, all bets were off.
Emmy. She reached out again, trying desperately to find her dragon to make sure she was okay. But, try as she might, she couldn’t lock onto the creature’s spark. She wondered if maybe they’d drugged her. Emmy had to be going insane without her mistress nearby, and no one wanted an insane dragon on their hands. At least she knew they wouldn’t hurt her. They needed her now more than ever. But the thought wasn’t as comforting as it should have been.
The door opened and light spilled into the room. Trin looked up to find a dark shadow, standing in the doorway. For a split second, she wildly thought it could be Connor, come back to rescue her somehow. But that was ridiculous. He was long gone. And it was Caleb standing there, flanked by two guards.
“Well, well, there she is,” Caleb said, his voice cutting and cold. “Our little traitor.”
Trin looked up at him in horror. All this time she’d been secretly praying that he’d received her desperate send when he’d grabbed her hand in the hallway. That he’d seen all the atrocities going on below the mall—the mutated dragons, the Dracken’s true plan. But maybe it hadn’t worked. Maybe he had no idea what the Dracken were really up to. Or maybe…Her heart skittered at the thought. Maybe he’d known all along.
“Caleb,” she tried, but her lips were so dry and cracked she found she couldn’t get the words out. Not that she had any idea what she really wanted to say. He shook his head at her, then grabbed her by the hair, yanking her out of the fitting room and dumping her onto the floor of the empty store. She hit the ground hard and cried out in pain as her knee wrenched from under her.
“How could you do this?” he demanded, glaring down at her. “How could you go and betray the Dracken?”
“I—I…” she tried to say, but a sudden voice in her head silenced her.
Trinity, listen to me.
She startled, confused. With her mind still hazy, it took her a moment to realize what he had said—and, more importantly, how he had said it. He flashed her a warning look, then glanced back at the two guards. Don’t let them know.
“Those boys were innocent,” he continued. “And yet you let your dragon murder them.”
I’m so sorry. I would have never brought you here if I had known. I thought it would be safe.
Somehow Trin found her voice. “I didn’t ask Emmy to kill them. She was trying to protect me.”
> Caleb, it’s not your fault. They lied to everyone. You, me, the Potentials…
“And what about the wireless laptop we found in your room?” he sneered. “Who were you talking to?”
“I was just playing a video game. Fields of Fantasy. It’s my favorite.”
You have to get us out of here, Caleb. Before they break me and Emmy’s bond.
“A video game? Please. Do you think we’re stupid? You were contacting someone. I want to know who.”
I know—but how? There’s too many of them. We’d need a flecking army to even stand a chance.
She frowned. Well, I’m sorry. I don’t have a spare army in my—
Trinity stopped short. Wait a second. Maybe she did.
What about your friends who broke into the museum? The government guys. They’re probably still out looking for the egg. If they found out it was here, they could raid the place. And in all the confusion we could escape.
Caleb seemed to consider this for a moment. It’s not a bad idea, he relented. But how can we let them know? Darius has the place on lockdown now, thanks to your little escape attempt. And there’s no phone or Internet.
“Um, is everything okay, sir?” asked the guard behind Caleb, looking at the two of them suspiciously. Trinity cringed, realizing they’d gone too long staring at one another without talking out loud. In desperation, she managed to scramble to her knees before Caleb, holding out her hands, as if in prayer.
“Please,” she begged. “Just let me go. I’ve learned my lesson. I’ll be good. I won’t try to escape again. Just don’t de-bond me from my dragon. I can’t live without her.”
What about Connor? Can you reach him through the Nether? He could pretend to be you and put in a call.
Caleb sneered. “Can’t live?” he spit out. “Funny, that’s kind of the whole idea.”
No, Trin. We can’t trust my brother. We both know what he was sent here to do. And now that Emmy’s hatched…
Trinity fell back, burying her face in her hands. “Please. I’m begging you! I don’t want to die.”
We don’t have a choice. He’s the only one left. And he promised not to hurt me or Emmy. We have to believe him.
I don’t know, Trin. If something happened to you—
Something will happen if you don’t get us out of here. Connor’s our only hope.
Caleb turned to the guards. “Throw the traitor back into her cell,” he commanded. “I can’t stand to look at her pointy little face anymore.”
All right. I’ll try to contact him. But, Trin—if he even looks at you sideways, I promise you now, I’m going to shoot first and ask questions later.
The guards sprang into action, grabbing her by the arms and dragging her back to her cell. She fought and clawed at them like an alley cat, her eyes locking onto Caleb. “Screw you, you bastard!” she screamed. “Go back to the Nether with your little sluts. That’s all you’re good for! I never want to see you again!”
A ghost of a smile flickered on Caleb’s face before he quickly masked it again. He turned away, heading out of the Hot Topic, leaving the guards to deal with Trinity on their own. But just as they were about to throw her back into her cell, she caught his whisper echoing through her mind.
Oh and for the record? I never took anyone else to the Nether. He paused, then added, No one but you.
Chapter Forty-One
Come on, Connor. We’re running out of time.
Trinity winced as the guards yanked her roughly down the corridor, on their way to the de-bonding ceremony. It had been three days since Caleb had promised to contact his brother through the Nether to see if he could help rally the troops. But whether Connor had answered his brother’s request or was able to get the government on board, she had no idea. Caleb had never returned to her cell to let her know what had happened—probably too worried that Darius might notice too many visits to his prisoner.
The Dracken had gathered in the main ceremonial chamber and the de-bonding ceremony was about to begin. In just moments, she realized, she and Emmy would be torn from one another and she would be put out of her misery. She tried to console herself with the fact that at least the dragon herself would live on, but the thought wasn’t very comforting. While Emmy wouldn’t be physically harmed, she was doomed to a life of captivity as a backyard breeder of biological weapons of mass destruction. Stuck in a cage, never seeing the sun, never allowed to spread her wings and fly. It was a fate worse than death for a dragon.
And then there was her mother. Her poor, sweet, innocent mother who’d been locked in a dark cage of her own for the last two years, her mind lost and her body atrophying. Would she even have the strength to bond with Emmy and help her lay her eggs? And what would happen to her if she didn’t?
The ceremonial chamber was adorned much like the birthing room, a former anchor store now bathed in silver runes, a high balcony circling the perimeter. The senior members of the Dracken had gathered at the bottom level, while the Potentials had camped out above. In the center of the room stood a tall pole, which uncomfortably resembled a funeral pyre. Trinity guessed that was for her.
As the guards dragged her over to the pole, tying her hands and feet with thick rope and gagging her mouth, her eyes lifted to those watching from above. The faces she found—once happy and welcoming—were now solemn and disapproving, the judgment rich in their eyes. If only she could tell them the truth. On impulse, she tried to send to them but was quickly shot down. They’d all blockaded their minds against her. She imagined Darius instructing them to do so, so they wouldn’t find themselves lured in by her lies.
Her eyes fell to Caleb, who stood among his Dracken brothers, helping them at their tasks. He caught her look and glared back at her with cold eyes until she dropped her gaze. She knew it was only an act, but his expression and his garb managed to chill her all the same.
An angry squawk resounded through the chamber and she looked over to see Emmy being wheeled through the room, encased in a golden cage. The dragon was putting up quite the fight, hissing and spitting fire at her handlers. But the cage had some kind of force field around it and the dragon’s efforts proved ineffectual. Emmy had grown since the last time Trin had seen her, now about the size of a small cocker spaniel. Soon she’d be big enough to ride. Trinity felt tears spring to her eyes as she remembered her own amazing dragon ride through the Nether. Would she ever be able to feel so free again?
Come on, Connor. Are you out there, somewhere?
A hush fell over the room as Darius entered, stepping to the center of the stage. The Dracken had dressed in special ceremonial robes for the occasion—fitting attire for a crazy cult leader, Trin noted bitterly. As he turned to her, his eyes gleamed eagerly and his mouth twisted. She shivered under his gaze.
“Say good-bye to your precious dragon,” he hissed, so low that no one else could hear. Then he turned to the crowd.
“Brothers and sisters of the Dracken,” he pronounced in a grand voice, “I thank you for meeting me here today. A time of sadness for all those of us who believe in our fight. For, it seems, one of our own—nay, not just one but the founder herself—has chosen to betray us. Conspiring with dragon hunters to send the world’s only hope spiraling into extinction.”
The crowd let out a collective condemnation and Trinity could feel their anger and judgment rain down on her below. She wanted to shout to them—to tell them of Darius’s true intentions—but, of course, she was gagged and their mind blocks seemed impenetrable.
“Trinity Foxx, standing before you, was born with the gift and chosen by our own Emberlyn to be her Fire Kissed,” Darius continued in his grand voice. “And yet she has chosen to turn her back on her gift—to turn her back on her own dragon. And so, as guardians of the dragon race, we are left with no choice. We must begin the de-bonding procedure.”
The crowd erupted in murmurs, looking both excited and disturbed as they gazed down upon her. Darius, having concluded his grand speech, motioned to Mara. Evidently the
birthing maiden could sever bonds as well as create them.
Mara stepped over to Trinity, solemnly placing a plastic cap threaded with wires over her head. Trin struggled as best she could, hoping to buy Connor more time, but two guards soon stepped in to hold her down as Mara did her work. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Emmy dancing anxiously in her cage and Trin sent the little dragon as many comforting thoughts as she could. But she was admittedly more than a little low on hope right about then. If Connor didn’t come—which was seeming more and more likely as the clock ticked on—it would soon all be over. And there would be nothing either of them could do.
Her eyes sought Caleb’s, but he had disappeared from the group of Dracken standing nearby. She prayed he wouldn’t try to act alone and get himself killed in the process. Knowing at least he would still be here, an undercover agent for good who could make things more pleasant for Emmy and her mother, gave her a small bit of comfort. And she didn’t want anything to happen to him.
I never took anyone else to the Nether, he’d told her. No one but you.
“The time has come,” Darius, ever the showman, announced, interrupting her wistful thoughts, “when our traitor will get what she so richly deserves.” He gestured to Mara who headed over to a nearby instrument panel, readying it for action. Trinity’s stomach sank as her last remaining hope left the building. It was too late. The end was here. There would be no rescue. No happily ever after for her. She turned to Emmy, gazing at her with wistful eyes.
Take good care of my mother and Caleb, she sent to her dragon. They need you now more than ever.
No! Emmy’s panicked voice rang through her head. Don’t leave me, Trin. Don’t leave me here alone!
Stay strong, Emmy. For me, promise me you’ll stay strong.
She closed her eyes, unable to bear the dragon’s bereft face. She’d promised Emmy the world, that she’d never let her fall. She promised that she’d never leave her alone, like her mother had before her. And now she was breaking those promises—and all the others she’d made as well. She could only hope the dragon would understand somehow. That she would know it was the last thing Trin wanted to do.