Page 142 of Sky’s Edge

That was okay by me.

The room was dark, the blue flames snapping in the grate the only illumination in the room, Hurley’s soft snores from the floor on Tanyn’s side of the bed accompanied the soundtrack of the fire.

And Tanyn and I were wound together in the middle of the bed, fucked out, sated, naked, and for my part, drowsy.

“Safe to say, we topped up the sex thing,” I mumbled.

“Indeed,” he replied.

“We didn’t talk much.”

“We’ll have more time over the weekend.”

I struggled against sleep claiming me to tip my head back and catch his eyes in the dancing blue lights.

“I’d like to know what’s happening with Gayle.”

He sighed and said, “I’ll get a comm confirming success. The operation isn’t going down until two in the morning.”

“Ah.”

“I’ve gone over their plans, Cat. She’ll be okay.”

“But Cormac will be pissed.”

Tanyn’s tone was very different, not replete and peaceful, but steely when he said, “The male has two choices. Claim her or let her go. He can’t have both.”

“Agreed,” I said soothingly. “You’re doing the right thing, no matter the consequences.”

He made a noise that was like a quiet, satisfied grunt.

Like I was discovering about him, what wasn’t hot, was sweet.

And that was both.

“Word on Tatra?” I asked.

He sighed again. This time it was heavier.

Then he said, “There was a sighting.”

I shot up in bed. “Seriously?”

He pulled me down to him again before he confirmed, “Seriously.”

“Where?”

“The Center.”

“A sighting. What does that mean? Obviously, she isn’t in your custody, or I hope you would have shared that before having your way with me…four times.”

I saw the shock of his white teeth in the dark before he said, “Yes, I would have shared that with you before I fucked you…four times.”

“And?”

“And, by the time a unit was sent in to get her, she was gone.”

“But she’s in the Center.”