Page 140 of Sky’s Edge

“Like that. Except, as far as I know, she didn’t wear corsets.”

“She had three beings here just to do her hair, her face and put clothes on her?”

“Full time.”

“I assume you let them go.”

His lips tipped up. “I can dress myself, sweetheart.”

And he did it very well, even if he was usually in just jeans and sweaters.

“And she certainly was one for bowing and scraping. No one escaped having to figuratively or literally kiss her ring,” he carried on.

This was no surprise, she was well-known for this too.

And it explained the staffing.

Plenty of beings around to bow and curtsy and rush to do your bidding, making you feel important, solidifying in your head that you were important.

Although Tanyn seemed at one with living in a big castle and being served wine and heavy nibbles while he lazed in his bed with his female, he was very down-to-earth.

And although he seemed made for his current surroundings, because he was, he seemed more at one with the way of life at the citadel on Sigil Isle where they did not have staff to cater to your every whim.

Was I going to do this?

I should do this.

Right, I was going to do it.

“Do you want me to…have a word with your butler and housekeeper. See what’s going on?”

“Right now?” he teased.

I shot him a look. “No. And I’ll admit, I don’t know the ins and out of running a castle. But I could talk with Queen Calisa, or more to the point, whoever does that for her. And then I can sit down with them sometime when I’m up here for a spell.”

“And when would that be?” he asked, slithering closer to me.

Damn, he looked good slithering.

Hurley read the room and jumped off the bed.

“After the engagement party, when we’re out and beings know we’re together, so I can take you shopping and you can meet the real me.”

He was taking my wineglass away from me. “I haven’t met the real you?”

“No male who hooks himself a female who likes shopping has met her unless he shops with her.”

“Should you have made me do that first when you were trying to put me off?” he asked while pulling me under him (under him! again!).

“I wish I’d thought of that,” I joked. “It’s a very daunting trial that many males before you have failed to best.”

Red was seeping into his gaze. “Many?”

“Let’s avoid body counts,” I whispered.

“Agreed,” he whispered back. “And I don’t give a fuck you like shopping, you’re used to the best and expect it.”

“I also work for it.”