Everyone says a dragon can do no wrong by his fated mate. They're wrong about who she is. Marigold walks into her parents' kitchen and finds her fiancé beside her pregnant younger sister. The wedding is tomorrow. Her family is delighted, and tells her she's too old to argue. That night she falls asleep alone and wakes in Valoria — a world ruled by dragons, branded on the wrist by a dragon lord who summoned a fated mate and got a lawyer instead. Sargar Darkflame already has a bride: a political marriage meant to end two centuries of war. He intends to keep them both, and he doesn't intend to negotiate. But Sargar is two things wearing one skin. The man is arrogant, possessive, certain she belongs to him. The dragon lowers his wing so she can climb on, and flies her above the black forest until she forgets to be afraid. So when the bond is finally offered, Marigold takes only half of it — the dragon, never the man — and walks away with her mark gone while his still burns red. Now the most powerful dragon in Valoria is bound to a woman no longer bound to him, a jilted bride wants her dead, a masked mage is playing his own game, and a half-brother is offering her the one thing she wants most: a way home. She was summoned to be his. Nobody asked what she'd be instead.