Page 1 of The Bond That Burns (Bloodwing Academy #2)

Bloodwing Academy

Last Days of Summerfell

I’d spent my summer break in jail.

No, that wasn’t fair to those who truly were imprisoned. My room in Drakharrow Tower wasn’t a jail cell. But I was a prisoner.

Still, at least my cell was padded. I had small luxuries. I had books. Food. Hot baths.

And I had not–yet–been beaten. Though I knew Viktor Drakharrow would have liked to hit me very much.

But I was getting ahead of myself. Days spent alone could do that to one. Sure, I had visitors sometimes. But not the ones I wanted.

The dragon. Nyxaris.

The moment he’d burst from the stone was one I’d never be able to forget.

And the sight of him flying over Bloodwing?

Everything had changed from that moment.

I’d been playing a game of deception ever since. And I didn’t see that changing anytime soon.

Yet the sorrow I’d felt these last two months over what I’d lost had little to do with dragons. And everything to do with Blake Drakharrow.