Page 21 of Inferno

I licked suddenly dry lips. “You could always tell me who you’re working for.”

“Are you going to hold me down until I do?”

“I’m sure Wes or Ember will miss me eventually.” I smirked down at her, settling my weight fully. “I’m a dragon. I can be patient. Or you can just tell me now and get it over with. Because you’re going to tell me eventually.” I tightened my grip on her arms, and she grimaced. “Who is your employer, Mist?” I demanded, my voice hard. “Tell me. Give me a reason to believe you’re not selling us out to Talon. I can’t let you go until I’m certain.”

She slumped, closing her eyes. “If I tell you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I leaned closer to hear. “You have to promise me one thing.”

My heartbeat picked up, thumping in my ears. “What’s that?”

Abruptly, her head shot forward, the top of her skull striking me square in the nose. I yelped and shot backward, my hands going to my face, and Mist kicked me in the chest, shoving me off.

“Don’t assume the fight’s over until it is.”

Through blood and tears of pain, I looked up and saw her foot coming at my head, aimed at my temple. Knowing that if it landed I’d probably be knocked senseless, I lunged forward instead, catching her around the waist. She threw a couple quick elbows into my face, making my already abused nose scream with agony, but as we toppled backward I somehow ended up behind her. Snaking an arm beneath her jaw, I tightened my grip, putting her into a rear-naked choke, using both arms to cut off the supply of blood to her brain. She tucked her chin, trying to save her neck and give herself a few seconds as we struggled in the grass. An elbow hit me in the ribs, hard enough that I felt something crack, but I gritted my teeth and hung on.

Briefly, it flashed through my head that, if she were to Shift right now, I’d be in trouble.

Beneath me, Mist shuddered, her struggles growing more frantic. I knew that, if she didn’t break free, she was seconds away from passing out. Dragon or no, six to eight seconds was all it took for someone to go unconscious once the blood flow to the brain was cut off. Again, Mist jabbed me in the ribs with an elbow and threw her head back, attempting to bash me in the face. I ducked my chin, setting my jaw. I didn’t enjoy this. Choking out a girl half my weight was not high on my list of things I was proud of, even if she was a Basilisk who could easily kick my ass if I wasn’t paying attention.

The girl slumped in my arms, and just as I was tensing for the Shift, her hand came up, tapping my elbow three times in rapid succession. Signaling surrender.

I let her go immediately, not pausing to think that this could be a ruse, that she could be lying to get me to lower my guard. If she wanted to escape, all she had to do was change forms, and I’d be unable to hang on. Though her comment about making assumptions was still echoing through my brain, mocking me. Mist fell forward, coughing and gasping, one hand going to her throat as she sucked in air. Panting, I sagged against a tree, watching her recover.

“Why didn’t you Shift?” I asked after a moment.

She shot me a confused look. “We agreed…to no Shifting, didn’t we?” she asked, still breathing hard.

“Yes, but…you’re a Basilisk. Lying is in our job description. If I didn’t let up, you’d be unconscious right now.”

Her brow furrowed. “If I had Shifted, you would’ve been forced to change form, as well. And like you said before, that would have upped the lethality of the fight by a great deal. One or both of us could have sustained serious injuries, and that would have been counterproductive to what I’m supposed to do here.” She blinked, and the slight frown deepened. “Do you really think so little of me that you believe I would try to kill you to protect my secrets?”

“I don’t know, Mist,” I said truthfully. “I don’t know anything about you. I have no clue why you’re here, who you’re working for or what your real agenda is. You assure me you’re not my enemy, but you go sneaking off in the middle of the night to meet with suspicious people in secret. How can I be sure they’re not part of Talon? How can I trust anything you say if you’re only telling me half-truths?”

She held my stare for a moment, then sighed, bowing her head so that her silver hair slipped forward to cover her face. Her next words were soft, barely audible, even in the stillness.

“All right,” I heard her whisper. “If this is the only way I can get you to trust me…

“I work for the Archivist,” she said, sending a jolt of shock up my spine.The Archivist?Mist’s mysterious employer, the one who’d ordered the ex-Basilisk to rescue us from Talon, travel with us and aid us where she could, was the freaking Archivist? “I believe you have already met him,” Mist continued, glancing up at me. “In Chicago. Do you remember?”

“You mean the Wyrm that guards the Vault below the library?” I rasped out. “Yeah, I remember.” How could I not? You did not just forget a meeting with the third-oldest dragon in the known world. No wonder Mist could provide us with seemingly impossible-to-get information; the Archivist was the literal guardian of all the organization’s dirty secrets. He had access to knowledge I could only dream of.

There was just one small problem.

“Mist,” I began, “correct me if I’m wrong, but the Archivist works for Talon.”

A flicker of a smile crossed the girl’s face. “Yes and no,” she said in that cryptic way that made me want to strangle something. “Yes, the Archivist guards the Vault and protects Talon’s secrets. No, he will not openly oppose the Elder Wyrm. But he keeps his own network of spies and Basilisks, a handful of dragons whom he trusts will not betray him to the organization. We are his eyes and ears within Talon, accessing secrets where he cannot.”

“Why?” I asked. “Is he planning a coup against the Elder Wyrm?” That would be interesting, to say the least. As the second-oldest dragon within Talon, the Archivist could command a lot of respect. He might have the support to at least challenge the hierarchy and the Elder Wyrm. Though I wasn’t certain what kind of leader he would be. For all I knew, he might be just as corrupt and power-hungry as the current CEO.

But Mist shook her head. “No, the Archivist has no interest in ruling Talon,” she said to my vague disappointment. “And even if he did, the Elder Wyrm has far too many resources and is still far too powerful for him to take down alone. He’s made that very clear.”

“Then what the hell does he want?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” Mist shrugged as I frowned at her. “I don’t question orders,” she said calmly. “I just do my job. That’s how it’s always been.”

I snorted. “So he’s no different than Talon. Protecting his interests and expecting everyone beneath him to do their job, no questions asked.”

“Perhaps,” Mist said, unconcerned. “But he has always been a neutral observer. This is the first time he has offered aid to a cause directly opposing the Elder Wyrm.” Her lips quirked as she met my gaze. “Maybe he actually thinks you can change something.”

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