The Iron Flower (The Black Witch Chronicles, #2)

by Laurie Forest

“Why are you being nice to me?” I ask her, my voice hoarse and my nose stuffed shut. Ariel stares at me for a long moment, struggling with the answer. “I’m not,” she finally snaps. She gets up and goes back to her side of the room, sitting down on her bed with her wings wrapped tight around herself. “I just want you to shut up so I can get some sleep.”

I died 💀