“And the girl?” The man in the suit looked at Scary Talon Lady.

“There are concerns within the organization that your student lacks…discipline. Is this true?”

My trainer smiled, but it was an ominous, threatening smile, directed right at me.

“Oh, she’s coming along, sir,” my trainer said, her eyes gleaming with dark promise. “There are a few issues we need to work on, but worry not. We’ll fix them. We will indeed.”

I was not looking forward to tomorrow.

The man in the suit stayed a while longer, asking questions, speaking to my trainer and my guardians, occasionally talking to me and Dante. The tension in the room did not go away, and I began to feel very twitchy surrounded by four adult dragons, all their attention directed at me. Not only that, one of Talon’s cardinal rules was never to have too many dragons in one place at once, as it attracted St. George like moths to a flame. Some of Talon’s higher-ups, the big shots closest to the Elder Wyrm, never ventured into the open.

Like the Elder Wyrm—Talon’s CEO and the most powerful dragon in existence—they remained behind the scenes and in the shadows.

If the man in the suit was as important as everyone seemed to think he was, having him in Crescent Beach was really weird. Why would someone this powerful pay a visit to two insignificant hatchlings, just to see if they were “happy?”

Something else was going on, but I couldn’t figure out what. just another mystery to add to the big, ominous cloud called Talon.

As the afternoon waned, Aunt Sarah politely offered to cook dinner for everyone, and it was just as politely declined. The man in the suit rose, spoke once more to our trainers, then turned to me and Dante. He didn’t say anything though, just regarded us with those pale blue eyes that were somehow reptilian even in human form.

With a nod and a last empty smile, he turned and left the room, his bodyguard following him out. They didn’t walk out the front door, but vanished down the basement stairs, probably going to the secret tunnel. The door creaked shut behind them.

I felt a presence beside me and turned to face my instructor, who beamed one of her scary smiles in my direction. She did not look pleased.

“Well,” she said in a conversational tone, despite the evilness of her expression. “You certainly made an impression, didn’t you? It appears that Talon thinks you have potential, but you lack discipline.”

Her smile grew wider, and her eyes glimmered. “We are going to have to work on that, won’t we? Rest up tonight, hatchling. Tomorrow is going to be…interesting.”

Garret

Ember was late again.

Parked under the same grove of palm trees from a few days ago, I checked my watch for the third time since arriving at the cove.

Eighteen minutes past noon, and still no sign of the girl. I wondered if she’d “lost track of time” again, or had just forgotten. To me, it was incomprehensible. In the Order, punctuality was everything. You were either on time, or you were early, but you were never late. If a superior told you to meet them in the chapel at zero four hundred, for no special reason whatsoever, you had better be in that pew when the time rolled around or you’d never hear the end of it.

I figured the locals of Crescent Beach didn’t worry too much about being on time, at least in the summer. The whole place had a lazy, serene feel to it, where you took each day as it came and didn’t stress about time, place, or anything.

I could never live like that, not on a regular basis. It would drive me crazy. Much like these strange, unfamiliar urges a certain red haired girl stirred in me. I didn’t understand them, and I wasn’t sure I liked them. When Ember had taken my hand yesterday, I’d frozen.

For the first time in my life, I hadn’t known what to do. Looking back, I realized that it was highly unusual that I hadn’t responded, that I’d even let her touch me in the first place. In the Order, if anyone grabbed me like that, they would be on the ground. It was reflex, a reaction you couldn’t help when your life was constantly on the line.

But I’d let her touch me, let her trace the scars sustained in a fight with a stubborn green dragon that had refused to die. And I hadn’t pulled away. Her fingers had sent a rush of warmth up my arm all the way to the pit of my stomach. I’d never felt anything like that before. I…wanted her to touch me again.

Startled by my own thoughts, I leaned back and rubbed my eyes.

What was wrong with me? I was a soldier, trained to keep emotions in check at all times. I could face down a charging dragon and show no fear. I could endure two hours of my superior screaming in my face and feel nothing. What was it about Ember that was different?

I shook myself. It didn’t matter. I still had my mission, and Ember was still a target. The rest of the group we had pretty much eliminated from the list. Lexi and Calvin had been born in Crescent Beach and hadn’t lived anywhere else. Kristin Duff, our other prime suspect, wasn’t a local but visited Crescent Beach every summer with her father and stepmother. They had an apartment in New York City, where Kristin’s father worked as a stockbroker.

That left the twins, Ember and Dante Hill. Who’d just arrived in Crescent Beach this summer. Who lived with their aunt and uncle in a large house on the beach. Who didn’t have any parents.

Nothing was certain, of course. We could be chasing a false lead.

Ember Hill could be perfectly normal, but I wouldn’t be sure I until I knew her better, or she slipped up. Regardless, I had to get her to trust me.