I didn t sign up for this. A half-fae in a school of highblood vampires? That s a recipe for torment. 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