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⸻CHAPTER FIVE – “The Bond Begins”The flames from the Trial had barely cooled before the council summoned her.Rowan stood in the Tower of Accord, shoulders squared, surrounded by dragons in human form—elders cloaked in silver and crimson, eyes like molten coins, scales glinting along their jawlines and arms like ancient tattoos. Magic thrummed under the marble like a second heartbeat, low and constant.She didn’t flinch when they circled her. Not this time.“She holds the flame of the First Bloodline,” one elder intoned, voice ringing like steel.“She cannot remain unbonded,” said another. “Power like that left to grow wild will destroy her. And the rest of us.”Headmistress Vale stepped into the center, her tone clipped and precise. “By Arcadian decree, the Dragonheart must choose a bondmate before the next full moon.”Rowan blinked. “Sorry—what?”An elder turned toward her, gaze sharp. “You are unclaimed. A storm with no anchor. If you remain unbonded, your fire will collapse inwa

⸻CHAPTER FOUR – “Trial by Flame”They called it the Trial by Flame.Rowan called it a death sentence.She stood in the center of the arena, alone and exposed, surrounded by cracked stone and ghostly heat rising from the floor. Black scorch marks covered every inch of the walls, as if they were wounds that never fully healed. The circular platform beneath her boots still hummed with old magic, the kind that left a mark.Above, the stadium seats were packed with Arcadia students—hundreds of them. Robes in crimson and black, eyes gleaming with curiosity, doubt, or something sharper.Waiting.Watching.Hoping to see her break.At the topmost tier, seated like judgment itself, Headmistress Vale loomed in her carved throne of basalt and flame. Her robes spilled around her like molten silk, and the golden dragonmark on her brow glowed bright under the sky.“This trial,” she said, her voice cutting through the heavy air, “will determine whether Rowan Blake possesses the control required to r

CHAPTER THREE – “Marked by Fire”Rowan didn’t sleep.All night, her shoulder burned. Not like a fever or a pulled muscle—this was deeper, sharper, like something was etching itself into her bones from the inside out.She kicked off the too-soft Firestone Tower sheets and padded barefoot into the dorm bathroom. The mirror was too tall, the marble too cold, everything too unfamiliar. But none mattered the second she saw what had bloomed across her skin.A mark.Faint at first—then, as she stared, it glowed.An intricate rune, shaped like a curled dragon with wings made of flame, was etched into her left shoulder. The lines pulsed, like veins filled with light instead of blood.“No,” she whispered. “No no no.”It was beautiful. Terrifying.Alive.She pulled on a hoodie to cover it, heart racing. Maybe she was dreaming. Maybe it was a side effect of the fire. Of Kai.God, Kai.His words from yesterday haunted her: Only one can awaken me. Or destroy me.A knock shattered the silence.Rowan

CHAPTER TWO – “The Fireborn Heir”Rowan woke to the scent of smoke—and something softer.Ash and roses.She blinked, squinting against the warm golden light filtering through stained-glass windows. The ceiling above her was domed and painted with twisting dragons—wings unfurled, mouths open in silent roars, frozen mid-flight. Magic pulsed faintly in the air, like the room itself was breathing.Where…?She sat up fast. Pain flashed behind her eyes, sharp and sudden. She groaned and reached for her head, only to realize she wasn’t in a hospital cot. She was lying on velvet sheets, wrapped in silk, surrounded by floating orbs of fire that hovered silently in the air like sentinels.Definitely not the nurse’s station.A figure shifted by the doorway.She stiffened.Kai Stormrider leaned against the stone wall, arms folded. His black jacket was scorched along one sleeve, and faint golden scales shimmered along the edge of his collarbone. His storm-dark hair hung damp across his brow, and h

CHAPTER ONE – “Flamebound”The worst thing Rowan Blake could do was draw attention. And yet, somehow, just walking into Arcadia Academy’s gym felt like stepping under a spotlight.She tugged at her borrowed gym shirt, a size too big and stained from the secondhand box the nurse called “donation wear.” The other girls wore sleek uniforms in deep crimson, the school’s colors stitched in gold thread, gleaming under the overhead lights. She didn’t belong—and they knew it.“Who let the charity case in?” a voice sneered behind her.Rowan flinched, turning slightly.Ember Vire. Tall, blonde, and dragon-blooded. Her cheekbones looked carved from stone, and her molten-orange eyes glowed like embers under a dying sun. Everyone knew her. Daughter of a High Flame Council member. Queen of the fire-born elite. And ruthless to anyone beneath her.“Maybe she’s the new janitor,” another girl snickered. “Came to mop up our sweat?”Laughter followed, sharp and pointed.Rowan said nothing. She never did.