On Wings of Blood

Blake speaks from a place of intoxication—drunk on power, drunk on her blood.

Blake speaks from a place of intoxication—drunk on power, drunk on her blood. He tells himself she'll forgive him because they are bound, that their connection cannot be broken. He convinces himself this feeding is mutual pleasure, not violation. But when he looks into her eyes, he finds only pure hatred. She had trusted him. He destroyed that. Her blood hits his tongue like a drug—sweet, rich, overwhelmingly potent. He drinks deeper even as her body tenses and she tries to pull away. Then his fangs are ripped from her neck without warning and the ground erupts around them. As the dust settles and she turns toward him, bite marks fresh upon her throat, he knows two things with terrible certainty: she is in more danger than ever before, and she will never forgive him.

A vampire prince finds a naked girl with impossible red hair

Medra Pendragon should have been dead. She destroyed a corrupt god in her home world of Aercanum and sacrificed herself willingly—only to gasp awake atop a mountain of rotting corpses in a world stinking of iron and decay. Before she can orient herself, a ratlike vampire pins her down, drawn to her scent like a predator to prey. A crossbow bolt decapitates him mid-lunge. His killer is a young blond commander with a crooked nose and gray eyes cold as winter—Prince Blake Drakharrow, who chains Medra and marches her toward the capital. She is naked, powerless, stripped of the fae magic she once wielded. Blake's fawning secretary marvels at her red hair—unmistakable marks, he insists, of dragon rider blood extinct for over a century.

The vampire lord slices both their wrists and chains their fates

Viktor Drakharrow, the most powerful vampire lord in Sangratha, presides from a black stone chair as Medra is presented to his court. He catalogues her body like livestock: the elongated fingers, the pointed ears, the lean build optimized for riding. Regan Pansera, Blake's silver-haired first betrothed, openly advocates for Medra's execution. But Viktor sees an asset—a vanished bloodline recovered. Without warning, he slashes both Medra's and Blake's wrists with invisible force, pressing their wounds together while chanting an incantation declaring their bond unbreakable. A red teardrop mark sears into Medra's skin. She is named Dragon Rider of Sangratha and Blake's second consort, thrust into a kingdom where mortals exist to serve vampires—and she now belongs to one.

Every class on Medra's first day is a carefully orchestrated trap Regan arrives at Medra's door wearing a mask of warmth, offering to escort her through Bloodwing Academy. The kindness is calculated sabotage. Regan gives Medra a doctored schedule,…