The Bond That Burns (Bloodwing Academy #2)

Bloodwing Academy

Last Days of Summerfell

I'd spent my summer break in jail.

Then again, that wasn't quite fair to those who were truly imprisoned. My room in Drakharrow Tower wasn't a cell, not technically. But I was a prisoner all the same.

Still, at least my confinement was comfortable. I had certain luxuries. Books. Food. Hot baths.

And I hadn't been beaten—not yet, anyway. Though I knew Viktor Drakharrow would have loved to lay a hand on me.

But I was getting ahead of myself. Days spent in isolation could do that to a person. Sure, I had visitors occasionally. Just not the ones I wanted to see.

The dragon. Nyxaris.

The moment he burst from the stone is burned into my memory. And the sight of him soaring over Bloodwing?

Everything changed after that.

I'd been playing a game of deception ever since. I didn't see that ending anytime soon.

Yet the sorrow I'd carried for the last two months—the grief over what I'd lost—had little to do with dragons.

It had everything to do with Blake Drakharrow.