THE SKY WAS STILL grey that next afternoon as I drove into the town next to Willow's Creek. The sky reminded me too much of Sinclair's eyes and honestly, it was the last thing I needed right now. My mother had heard of the rumors that had begun to follow me after my visit to Wallflower Diner and, as soon as I had stepped through the door and into my house, my cell phone had rung. On the other end had been my very livid mother who had demanded I meet her tomorrow. She had even called in to her work to take the day off. I knew she had heard the name that was going around town. The name that, as I had stopped by the gas station to fill up for the hour-long drive, I had overheard people whisper as they looked at me wide-eyed.
The Iron Queen.
It sounded like the name of some YA novel but, no.
