I died.

Violently. Brutally.

It was worth it, to save the ones I loved.

Except that I am not dead.

Death would be preferable to the horrors circling Medra Pendragon when she awakens not in the afterlife, but in a different world entirely. One of death and danger—from the vampires that hold her captive, and the demons dancing in her own head.

And at her side, not the family and friends she left behind, but a male pale as death, cruel as the grave, and handsome as hell. A vampire. Her betrothed. Her sole protector in a world where the very blood in her veins marks her as prey.

If Medra intends to survive this second chance at life, she must learn to play a dangerous game—quickly. A magical academy where one wrong step means death. A vampire fiancé that she hates with every breath, who tears down others, and is everything she's been warned against.

But all of it pales in comparison to the realization that she—and this world—are not what they seem. For she is the prophesized Pendragon. The harbinger of the return of the only beings that could make this world even more deadly—the dragons.