Welcome to Bloodwing Academy. Expect magic. Expect competition. Expect blood. I didn' t
sign up for this. A half-fae in a school of highblood vampires? That' s a recipe for
suffering. I' m Medra Pendragon last of the dragon riders—or so they tell me. Funny thing
is there are no dragons left. Not a single one. But somehow that hasn' t stopped the
vampires from deciding I' m worth capturing. Now I' m stuck at Bloodwing Academy where
the highbloods run everything and blightborn like me? We' re just blood in their veins
pawns in their games. But that' s not even the worst part. Enter Blake Drakharrow: cold
arrogant and way too gorgeous for his own good. He' s been tormenting me since the moment
we met and now thanks to some ancient ritual we' re betrothed. He acts like he owns me
but I' m not going down without a fight. Bloodwing isn' t just a school—it' s a
battlefield. Highbloods fight for power and if you' re weak you' re dead. Between
deadly competitions lies that could get me executed and a dragon-shaped secret looming over
my head all I have to do is survive. Easy right? Except I' m starting to think the real
danger isn' t the academy—it' s what I' m becoming in this twisted game of power. And
Blake? He might just be the one who pushes me over the edge. They think they can control me.
They think they can use me. But they have no idea what they' ve awakened.
