LOGINYet as I turn the final corner, I am halted by a cluster of people. A quick glance and my spine shivers—it’s her Lilith Drakenhart. As her eyes shift to me, mine drop to the floor, watching me feet as I take a wide berth, working hard to stay clear of her path.I should have known it wouldnt be so e
LyraMy rest is peaceful. It is like I am resting on a cloud, with cool sheets that caresses my skin and keep me comfortable all night. I don’t have any nightmares, nor am I startled awake. There are no sounds, or snores of other tributes, no fear of being picked on or pushed.The only reason I ever
ZarekI pinch the bridge of my nose, agitated beyond reasoning as I practically stomp back to my chambers. I knew Lilith was coming, I just didn’t expect her to be so persistent in seeing me as soon as she arrived. Just as well, I open my chamber doors and wait by the window for her to arrive.It do
A cold sweat blooms along my skin like an allergic reaction. The mere size of him is intimidating; nothing like a human man. I struggle in his hold, trying to step away, yet I am yanked from my room. The door slammed shut behind me before I was pushed against it. I swallow, shifting against his cock
I halt at the door, taking an instinctual step back, only to bump into Maren. “No running away, my Lady.”Damn, she really is perceptive. The Steward stands in the center of the room. He bows deeply, “Afternoon, My lady.”I bend to bow in response, but Maren pinches my side, and I straighten my back
LyraI lie atop this cloud like bed, staring at the crystal chandelier hanging high above my head. I am beyond overwhelmed. Maren rushes about the room, procuring a night gown and linens to dress me; which in itself is just... odd. I’ve always dressed myself.I can’t seem to find the words to proper
Lyra "Lyra Walker."The herald's voice cut across the square like a blade, and my own name turned my legs to water. He was reading from a long roll of parchment. The tribute list. The names of the girls the Dragon King would take this year.I knew what that list meant. Every five years, the Dragon
ZarekI frown as I miss the button hole for the fifth time. It has been quite awhile since I dressed myself. I dismissed all my maids to assist with preparing for the banquet, yet I never imagined I would struggle with such a simple task so. My hands shake; something animalistic twitching beneath my
Servants immediately bow upon looking at him, triggering my own action as I bend at the waist. But it’s not before I catch sight of platinum hair and dark eyes that look as chilling as the soft smile on his lips. The Steward clears his throat, “Announcing the arrival of Prince Ryker Nightflame. Welc
Lyra The lock clicked behind me, and the pretending stopped.I don't remember how I got to the bed. The bed was something I was just suddenly on — sitting at first, then sliding sideways until my back was against the frame and my cheek against the cool wood. The blood on my knee had dried into a ha







