Page 14 of Dragon’s Rebel

Was it Rebel and Thorne? No, they couldn’t be back yet. They’d flown all the way to Tacoma.

Unless something had gone wrong…

She was about to start down the tunnel when she saw a flash of movement at the other end—a glimpse of a dark figure crossing the end of the tunnel. Instinctively, she shrank back into the shadowy entryway to one of the lairs, pressing herself against the great carved doors.

But the person didn’t even glance her way. They headed away from the exit, deeper into the tunnel complex.

Tyr? Tempest called out tentatively. Tyr had talked in her mind before, when he was a dragon, but she didn’t know if he could hear her when he was in human form. Tyr?

Nothing.

She turned to go back to the Batcave, and was almost doubled over by the pain in her stomach. Dead dragons. Dead dragons all around her.

Tyr! She took another step, and the pain just got worse. She had to go the other way. She clutched her stomach, panting, trying to run scenarios in her mind. Going back. No. Following the intruder. Maybe. Get a weapon. Yes. She saw herself opening the carved door. Something in here…

She opened the door. Scattered bits of gold gleamed dully in the dim light from the corridor. Tempest stepped inside and saw a dagger lying on the floor. She started towards it, and tripped over something round and hard, going down on her hands and knees. The object rolled toward her.

A statue. A golden gargoyle crouched down with his wings around him, about the size of a baseball. She picked it up and felt the pain in her stomach ease.

Her vision flickered before her eyes. Dragons dead. Dragons alive. Dragons dead. Dragons alive.

She had to hurry.