The Serpent and the Wings of Night (Crowns of Nyaxia, #1)

by Carissa Broadbent

I loved it—really, truly loved it—when they underestimated me.

At least in this, we were the same. At least we’re all fucking cowards in the end.

“I have to go,” I blurted out, retreating to the window. “Don’t drink yourself to death, you old hag.” “Don’t skewer yourself with that stick up your ass,” she retorted, wiping her eyes, all hints of her earlier vulnerability gone. Crazy old bitch, I thought, affectionately.