Blood Oath (Darkest Drae, #1)

by Raye Wagner

Most people found me a bit useless, I think. Or maybe I’d killed their potato plants at some point. People were fiercely protective of their potato crops in Verald.

Something about the night kissed my skin, and I welcomed the black tendrils with open arms. If the dark were a person, I’d latch onto him and never let go.

The dark made me believe I was more than just a girl stuck in a life with no future but marriage and potato stew.

I’d be seeing a rebel leader tonight. He probably had a scar on his cheek—and muscles.

One step and the world held its breath.

You say you hate me, but you don’t know me. Every single thing I do has a reason. Everything. You? You’re a cyclone recklessly acting on emotion and impulse.

“I only trust myself. Everyone else will betray you if they have enough motivation.”

“A Phaetyn is light and life as surely as a Drae is darkness and death.”

“Why do you keep saving me?” I asked, glancing back.

“You continually need saving,” he said flatly.