Dark Flame Trilogy

He was supposed to kill me—so why are we soul-bonded and sharing a dragon?

I was just supposed to steal a relic, not doom myself with forbidden magic.

Now a glowing mark blazes on my hand, and the Empire’s deadliest hunter—Kael—is on my trail. He’s infuriatingly silent, annoyingly protective, and absolutely the last person I should be stuck with...

I was supposed to kill him.
Instead, I kissed him
and now the man I hate is bound to my soul by magic older than the gods.

They call me the Flameborn General.
Oathbreaker. Traitor. Rebel queen without a crown.

Jexen was my enemy first
a dragon-shifter spy with eyes like stormlight and a voice that ruins sleep.
We were never meant to fight on the same...

So I’m soul-tethered to the man I swore I’d never trust—and the fate of every dragon depends on us not killing each other first.

Valric was supposed to be a warning—sharp eyes, sharper flame, and a heart sealed behind iron walls.
He pushes me away. I push back harder. It’s practically tradition at this point.

Then the binding ritual fused our...