Melagore

Three hours on the either side of midnight. This is all it will take for the Realm to change, and all that is needed to destroy what one man knew as the truth. As a favored Blue-Wing, Melagore isn't as obsessed by the Lessor, Livvy Sharp, as she is of him. She's simply a means to an end, a way for a Chosen to gain a surviving heir. The Chosen must follow the Daldron's orders; choose which side they want to remain on...human, or favored of the Master. Melagore is running out of time to choose. Perhaps he will have need to break a few of the Realm's rules to possess her, even control her--body and soul--but even he can't ease his way past the fact she can't fly. How can a Chosen possess a woman who hasn't wings? Why the Daldron did not kill her five years ago, Livvy Sharp has yet to figure out. In this Realm, as a mere human, she is little more than a Lessor. A banished slave, either food or fated mate with a Chosen; neither is better than the other, neither is survivable. Unfortunately, her interest had settled on only one Chosen Blue-Wing. She will gladly give herself to him, if only he asks. He won't kill her. No one can kill the Dragon's Vex, but he'll have to break the rules to survive this hell as a mated pair and she's not convinced he would dare. Livvy has nothing to lose and everything to gain...if only she can fly. Her biggest task is to convince Melagore she doesn't need to fly to mate. Caught up on the either side of midnight, passion and lust, devilment and greed battle for the ultimate prize of the Realm. That prize is possession of the soul.