I thought surviving my first year in Bloodwing's deadly halls would be enough. I was wrong. I accidentally woke a dragon – a creature of myth, of death, of fire.
Now every highblood house wants control over me and the dragon's legacy I carry. But here's the truth: I have no control. I'm bluffing my way through every encounter, trying to keep everyone from realizing that I'm not the one pulling the dragon's strings.
And then there's Blake Drakharrow. I thought he was on my side, that I might even be able to trust him. But he betrayed me.
Now I'm his only blood source. How messed up is that? In a place like Bloodwing, where power and survival are everything, this bond may well be the death of us both. Unless I can find a way to end it.
Tropes:
- 🐉 Dragons
- 🧛 Vampires
- 🧚 Fae
- ⚔️ Enemies to Lovers
- 🔗 Fated Mates
- 🩸 Forced Blood Bond