Skyshade (Lightlark, #3)

by Alex Aster

“Wraith,” Grim said smoothly. “Isla is going to vomit, it’s going to land on me, and I’m going to be far less inclined to rub your stomach.”

“How is he?” he finally asked. Isla blinked. “. . . Grim?” Heat flared through the forest. “No,” he said sharply. “I don’t give a damn how he is. I meant Lynx.” Oh.