They dragged me into their world because my blood was rare.
They kept me because my power was dangerous.
They bound me to him because they thought it would break me.
Crimsonwing Academy is where immortal elites are forged—where pureblood vampires sharpen their magic, their cruelty, and their claim to rule. Mixed-bloods like me aren't students. We're resources. Currency. Collateral damage.
I'm Aeryn Pendrake, half-fae, bottom-ranked, and marked for survival—not greatness. Dragons are extinct. Their riders long dead. Or so the highbloods insist.
Then the trials begin.
Then my blood reacts to ancient magic.
Then an archaic binding ritual chains me to Vaelor Nightgrave—the academy's most feared heir, a predator with a crown already waiting for him.
He despises me.
He desires me.
And the bond between us is awakening something that should never rise again.
At Crimsonwing, power decides who lives, who kneels, and who burns.
They think I'm their weapon.
They're about to learn what happens when the weapon chooses who to strike.
