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The Boreads sheathed their swords and pulled smaller weapons from their belts—or at least Leo thought they were weapons. Then the Boreads switched them on, and Leo realized they were flashlights with orange cones, like the ones traffic controller guys use on a runway. Cal and Zethes turned and swooped toward the hotel’s tower.
Leo turned to his friends. “I love these guys. Follow them?”
Jason and Piper didn’t look eager. Liz looked even less eager, like she thought the Boreads might explode in mid-air and kill them all.
“I guess,” Jason decided. “We’re here now. But I wonder why Boreas hasn’t been kind to visitors.”
“Pfft, he just hasn’t met us.” Leo whistled. “Festus, after those flashlights!”
As they got closer, Leo worried they’d crash into the tower. The Boreads made right for the green gabled peak and didn’t slow down. Then a section of the slanted roof slid open, revealing an entrance easily wide enough for Festus. The top and bottom were lined with icicles like jagged teeth.
“This cannot be good,” Jason muttered, but Leo spurred the dragon downward, and they swooped in after the Boreads. They landed in what must have been the penthouse suite; but the place had been hit by a flash freeze. The entry hall had vaulted ceilings forty feet high, huge draped windows, and lush oriental carpets. A staircase at the back of the room led up to another equally massive hall, and more corridors branched off to the left and right. But the ice made the room’s beauty a little frightening. When Leo slid off the dragon, the carpet crunched under his feet. A fine layer of frost covered the furniture. The curtains didn’t budge because they were frozen solid, and the ice-coated windows let in weird watery light from the sunset. Even the ceiling was furry with icicles. As for the stairs, Leo was sure he’d slip and break his neck if he tried to climb them.
“Guys,” Leo said, “fix the thermostat in here, and I would totally move in.”
“Funny. I like the temperature,” Liz said, almost as if she was trying to one-up Leo.
“Of course you do, Elsa,” Leo replied, illiciting a scowl from Liz.
“Excuse me?”
“Not me.” Jason cut in before Liz and Leo could break out into an insult war. He looked uneasily at the staircase. “Something feels wrong. Something up there…”
Festus shuddered and snorted flames. Frost started to form on his scales.
“No, no, no.” Zethes marched over, though how he could walk in those pointy leather shoes, Leo had no idea. “The dragon must be deactivated. We can’t have fire in here. The heat ruins my hair.”
Festus growled and spun his drill-bit teeth.
“’S’okay, boy.” Leo turned to Zethes. “The dragon’s a little touchy about the whole deactivation concept. But I’ve got a better solution.”
“Destroy?” Cal suggested.
“No, man. You gotta stop with the destroy talk. Just wait.”
“Leo,” Piper said nervously, “what are you—”
“Watch and learn, beauty queen. When I was repairing Festus last night, I found all kinds of buttons. Some, you do not want to know what they do. But others… Ah, here we go.”
Leo hooked his fingers behind the dragon’s left foreleg. He pulled a switch, and the dragon shuddered from head to toe. Everyone backed away as Festus folded like origami. His bronze plating stacked together. His neck and tail contracted into his body. His wings collapsed and his trunk compacted until he was a rectangular metal wedge the size of a suitcase.
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