They’re brought up to want what Talon wants—power, wealth, influence, control. Talon preaches that it’s all in interest of preserving our race, and that’s true, but only by maintaining a stranglehold on everything they own. Dragons that have no use in the organization, or who break away and forge their own path, are put down by the Vipers. They might spare a hatchling—it depends on how old they are, how long they’ve been out of Talon, and if they feel the hatchling can still be useful. But rogues like me and Wes, who have been on the inside, who know what Talon is really like…” Riley shook his head. “They’d kill us, no questions asked.”

I felt ill and had to sink onto one of the sofa cushions as my legs were no longer supporting me. “I can’t do that,” I whispered. “I’m not a killer. I can’t hunt down and slaughter my own kind. How could they expect me to do that?”

“Technically, they wouldn’t give you that bit of information,” Riley said. “Not yet. Not until you’re fully trained to believe whatever Talon says and not question orders. But, once your training is complete, there’s usually a final exam required to become a full Viper.

One that tests not only your skill, but your loyalty to the organization. You might be sent out after another hatchling, or a human deserter. Or, you could be sent to deal with a rogue.” He smirked then, completely without humor. “Who knows, Firebrand? If you stay with Talon, somewhere down the road, we might meet again. Only you’d be trying to kill me. Or maybe even sooner than that. Maybe that’s why Lilith hasn’t come for me yet. Maybe I’m your final exam.”

“I would never do that,” I protested, and Riley shook his head.

“You wouldn’t have a choice. Not if Talon orders it. And by that time, you’d be so indoctrinated, you might actually believe you’re doing the right thing.” He shivered suddenly, a haunted look crossing his face as he stared out the window. “It’s insidious, Firebrand,” he almost whispered. “You don’t realize how much you’re changing, how much of yourself you’re losing, until it’s too late. I fought St.

George for years. Never face-to-face, but my actions were responsible for countless deaths. Until one day…I couldn’t do it anymore.”

“What happened?”

He sank onto the cushion beside me, his face and eyes dark. “I was ordered to rig a building to explode, one of their supposed chapterhouses. Risky stuff—get in, wire the explosives, and get out before it went off. Probably the craziest stunt they ever had me do, but I’d been so brainwashed to blindly follow orders, I didn’t even realize that it was a suicide mission.”

I watched him, engrossed with what he was telling me. His brow was furrowed, his face solemn and grave, different from the smirking, confident rogue I’d met before. I wondered which was the real Riley, the real Cobalt. Or did he have a different identity for every occasion?

“I got into the compound, no hiccups,” Riley continued, unaware of my thoughts. “But then, while I was sneaking around inside, I was caught by this little human kid. One of the commander’s daughters most likely, couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old. We sort of surprised each other.” Riley gave a short, bitter chuckle and hung his head. “I knew I should kill her, or at least make it so she wouldn’t give away my position, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

I was in the middle of a freaking St. George chapterhouse—I knew if anyone found me, I was dead, but I couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting a kid, even a human one.”

“What did you do?”

“I…told her I was playing hide-and-seek. It was the only thing I could think of.” He sounded embarrassed, and I bit my lip to stifle a grin. “Yeah,” Riley snorted. “Not one of my more brilliant moments.

But, that little kid believed me. She even swore not to tell anyone I was there. And then, she just walked out.” Riley sounded amazed, even now. “I could’ve been killed that day. I was completely alone, in enemy territory, surrounded by armed soldiers who hated my kind. If I was caught, my hide would probably be hanging over some lieutenant’s fireplace. But, she let me go.”

“You didn’t blow up the chapterhouse, did you?” It was a statement, not a question. Riley made a helpless gesture and shook his head.

“I couldn’t do it. I kept seeing that girl’s face and thinking there could be more like her, innocent kids wandering around. They weren’t part of our war, they shouldn’t have to die because of us. But I knew Talon wouldn’t accept that. The deaths of a few innocents are nothing to them, not if it benefits the organization. And I couldn’t return not having completed the mission.” Riley sighed, his face shadowed by memory. “So…I ran. I left Talon, dropped off their grid, and I haven’t looked back since.”

“And they didn’t send the Vipers after you?”

“Oh, they did.” He grinned humorlessly. “Turns out, I’m a lucky SOB. Dodged a couple Viper attacks before I found Wes, who was looking for an excuse to jump ship as well. Wasn’t long before we realized that there were others like us in the organization. Humans and dragons who wanted to be free of Talon. So now, we do whatever we can to break our kind out of the organization, and show them how to live as rogues. How to avoid Viper attacks, how to stay off Talon’s radar, how to be free.”