Page 150 of Sky’s Edge

On this thought, my Palm, resting on the bed beside me, lit up.

I looked down at it and smiled.

Like he knew I was thinking about him, it was Tanyn calling.

I was mildly surprised he was, because it was late.

But I didn’t care.

I snatched up my phone just as a light came on downstairs.

It was the light that said the lift was coming to my floor.

I stilled as a wave of panic hit me.

No one could call the lift to my floor, except me, the members of my security team—and when they were coming, they informed me—or beings I authorized to come up.

Because of this, I scrambled off the bed with my Palm, taking the comm in a hushed voice.

“Honey—”

“Nayden is on his way up to you,” Tanyn said tersely, just as I heard the tone that said the lift was arriving. “No arguments. Don’t waste time. Pack a bag and go with him.”

This did nothing to alleviate my panic.

“What? Why? Where?”

“No discussion, my love,” he said quietly. “And don’t waste time. Must go.”

With that, he hung up.

“Catla?” I heard Nayden call.

I also heard his feet on the floor.

He was running.

My limbs petrified, so it was woodenly when I turned toward him as he arrived at the top of the stairs.

“Did Tanyn comm?” he asked, striding purposefully toward my closet.

I nodded.

“Let’s go,” he said, then disappeared in my closet.

I came unstuck, hustled to the closet and saw him studying the manual screen.

“How do you get this to work?” he asked.

“Closet,” I stated. “Pack. Berg Castle.” I looked to Nayden and raised my brows in question.

“Extended stay,” he answered my nonverbalized question.

A chill had started creeping along my skin, his words made it vastly chillier, but I said, “Two weeks. Rush. Travel outfit, now,” to the closet. To Nayden I asked, “What’s going on?”

“Ten minutes ago, the citadel on Sigil was attacked.”

That didn’t make me freeze.