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Holy mother of lava, Deathbringer thought. Commander Tempest was followed by two more SeaWings: a big green male dragon with dark green eyes and gold bands around his ankles, and a wiry female with small eyes and dark gray-blue scales. Behind them, keeping their scales in the water as they eyed the troops on the beach, were about twenty other SeaWing soldiers. Even from a distance, Deathbringer could see her eyes glittering with danger. A pattern of black diamond scales ran along her back and real black diamonds hung from her ears, outlined in white gold.


An aura of menace seemed to surround her. Even standing next to the towering SeaWing commander, Blister was still the most terrifying dragon on the island.


But she did send her husband, Gill. Maybe by dividing the Kingdom of Sand among the three of you, for instance. Even a few SandWings had stopped what they were doing, their heads tilted toward the cluster of dragons around Blister.


Blister regarded Gill without blinking for a long, tense moment. Peace by negotiation. How … undragonly. Deathbringer had a sudden, worrying thought. Quickstrike said the war must go on — if he talks everyone into peace, the NightWing plan will be ruined.


But what do I do? Do I have to kill him, too? Who knows what new problems I might cause? So how do I stop him? He had a sudden bracing image of his future — if this was always going to be his job, his orders might never be sufficient. I feel confident that if this works, the war will be over without any need for … compromises. She glanced at the biggest MudWing. The MudWing stepped forward and placed his spear beside the trident.


Blister rolled her eyes, reached into a sheath on her ankle, and tossed a wicked-looking dagger onto the pile of weapons. An idea was beginning to form. The strategy meeting went on all day, which was plenty of time for Deathbringer to get what he needed from a snoring guard in one of the jungle camps. He realized that his claws were shaking as he moved into position. If I get caught, my life is over. And then what happens to Quickstrike?


He had to focus on the mission, as she would have ordered. But is this the right thing to do? Would she approve? Would she tell me to be stealthier?


There was no way to know; he was the only one here who could make this decision. And they were coming out of the tent now. He had to do this now. Blister emerged first, her face a mask of barely concealed displeasure. Behind her came the MudWing general, and directly behind him was Commander Tempest.


The blade plunged into her heart. Her eyes widened as she stared down at the long wooden shaft piercing her chest. Piranha, just stepping out of the tent, saw her fallen commander and shrieked with rage.


That was only the first part of the plan, though. He could hear dragons thrashing through the bushes below him. Stop feeling guilty, Deathbringer ordered himself.


This is what you do. You followed orders. Would be nice to know what that greater cause is, though. For an anxious moment, Deathbringer thought that Blister might set the note on fire, but Piranha seized it first.


She whirled to stare at the weapon. One of your dragons did this! He grabbed the note from her and read it. They both glared at Blister. An eerie stillness had fallen over the SandWing; her nostrils flared as if she could smell the treachery in the air.


Turn over every log; climb every tree; wade into every pool. Find the dragon who did this. When you find that dragon, bring it to me, and I will kill it, and then we can move on from this foolish distraction. He could imagine that Blister was paranoid enough to command something like this regularly.


Silence fell over the small group on the beach. Deathbringer had never been so still for so long. The shadows lengthened, stretching toward night, as SandWings tore through the bushes below him.


Stupid stupid stupid. Deathbringer wanted to rip off his own ears. He should have gone back and hidden her better before carrying out this plan. He should have known Blister would search the island so carefully. I was so wrapped up in the mission, I completely forgot about protecting Quickstrike.


Looks like she got hit, crashed on the beach, pulled herself to shelter, and lost consciousness. Probably in that storm a couple nights back. Did you try waking her up? Barely breathing at all, you know? Make her completely dead and then come back. Go after them! Stop them! You can kill them easily! Save her! But then my cover would be blown. I could never get her out of here without being caught. All of this would be for nothing. Silent tears slid down his snout, but he kept his position.


He did not move. He followed orders. But this will never happen again, he vowed. If I ever find someone else to care about, I will not let my mission come first. I will break any order. I will make up for this somehow. The good news was, a NightWing messenger was waiting in the agreed-upon spot at the exact agreedupon time, midnight, one month after Quickstrike and Deathbringer had left the kingdom. The bad news was, it was Morrowseer.


Well, Deathbringer thought, here goes nothing. Morrowseer gave him a disdainful look. Very clever. Commander Tempest is dead. Our prediction is that the MudWings are going to abandon her altogether. That should slow her down significantly. In the meanwhile, you have a new assignment. I mean — good. Who is the target? You should be able to find him in the Kingdom of Sand. The Kingdom of Sand is bigger than you think, with fewer places for black dragons to hide.


Your mother will have to teach you a lot of new skills for this mission. Deathbringer watched his serpentine shape outlined against the moons until it was out of sight, and then he unrolled the scroll again.


Maybe he just needed a good reason to stop working for Burn. After all, if Deathbringer could break the MudWing alliance with Blister, maybe he could shift some other game pieces around as well. Maybe there were other ways to be a great assassin, if you could see the bigger picture. Keep reading for a sneak peek of Order Now! Deep in a cave in Jade Mountain, the most dangerous dragon in Pyrrhia was hiding. Which she was not particularly pleased about.


Hours ago. As if I should be afraid of her. How long does it take to collect a body? But all she wanted was to be with Clay. Near him, around him, breathing the same air and watching the same skies.


Maybe not. Maybe Queen Ruby wanted Peril to be miserable and alone. Peril hissed a tendril of smoke and marched to the cave entrance, peering out. If any dragon tried to keep her away from Clay, she would melt off their heads. Even if that dragon was the new SkyWing queen!


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