On Wings of Blood (Bloodwing Academy, #1)

by Briar Boleyn

I, who had until recently, been a princess of Camelot and a royal fae.

wasn’t about to tell him I’d dropped in from another world after destroying my own grandfather,

“Let it be known that this bond is unbreakable, as enduring as the strength of our realm. By my will and the power of our ancient rites, Blake Drakharrow and Medra Pendragon are now bound together in fate and duty, forever unyielding, irrevocably united. As the dragon flies and the blood endures, so shall your destinies be intertwined. Your bond is forged. Through fire and shadows, you shall be one. What is spoken is unbroken. What is bound cannot be unbound.”

“Medra Pendragon is hereby declared the Second Betrothed Consort of Prince Blake Drakharrow,”

Blake Drakharrow was an absolute ass. But he was absolutely flesh and blood.

There’s only one person who would ever go to this much trouble for you. I’m your mother.

“It’s not protection, little dragon. It’s a claim.” His gray eyes darkened as they flicked down to my exposed neck, an unspoken reminder hanging between us. “You’re mine. No one touches what belongs to me.”

Medra Pendragon was mine. And I was prepared to die before I let any harm come to her. It didn’t matter if she believed it. If she accepted it. It didn’t matter if she hated me. I’d believe it enough for both of us. She was mine and she always would be. My heart might have been black, my deeds as dark as night, but she was mine to protect, mine to keep safe, with everything I had to give. She thought she was trapped? I was the one trapped. Trapped with this feeling I couldn’t get away from. The need to possess her. To dominate her until she accepted me.