On the Wings of Blood

They think they can control me. They think they can use me. But they don't even suspect what they have awakened. I am Medra Pendragon — the last of the dragon riders, so they say. It's funny that there are no dragons left. Not one. Yet for some reason it hasn't stopped the vampires from deciding that I am worthy of captivity. Now I am stuck in the Blood Wing Academy, where everyone is ruled by the highborn, and those like me are pawns in their games. But that's not even the worst part. Blake Drakkharrow. Cold, arrogant, and too handsome. He has tormented me since our first meeting, and now, thanks to some ancient ritual, we are engaged. He acts as if I am his property, but I won’t back down without a fight...