Page 174 of Sky’s Edge

“Bringing the matter back to hand, yes, you have my permission to do whatever the fuck you want to rectify the matter,” Tanyn said.

“Good. I’ve already asked them to give me a thorough report, and I’ve given Barret permission to run things as she would without fear of abuse. I thought I’d ask Laura if she could get me a line to whoever does this kind of thing at the Celestial Palace to make sure it’s all above board, because I have no idea what a footbeing makes. And hopefully, in a few days, we can set at least the workings of the castle to rights.”

“You don’t have to share your plans, baby. I’ll agree with whatever you think is best,” Tanyn said sweetly.

“It’s your castle, honey,” I replied. “And decisions I make reflect on you.”

“All right then, I’ll reword. Go with your plan. It’s a good one.”

I smiled at him then took another sip of my cocktail.

When I was swallowing it, I saw Uly grinning into his whisky.

Which, oddly, made Nayden say, “Fuck you,” to him.

Uly lifted his head, assumed an innocent expression that was so fake, even I, who didn’t know him, knew it was fake.

He pointed to himself and said, “Me?”

“What the fuck?” Tanyn asked into this.

“Mouth shut,” Nayden warned Uly.

“Fuck that,” Uly retorted, and I could swear he was about to explode from holding back laughter.

What the hells?

“What are you two on about?” Tanyn demanded.

“It’s official, I know you better,” Uly bragged.

“Oh, fuck off,” Nayden bit.

“As you know, none of this is an answer to my bloody question,” Tanyn pointed out.

“Apparently, you and Catla had a thing,” Uly began.

Oh boy.

“And Nayden witnessed this thing,” Uly went on.

Tanyn’s eyes were getting red.

Oh boy!

“And he got pissed about this thing because he’s loyal, but he’s also an idiot,” Uly concluded.

“Again, fuck off,” Nayden spat.

“I told him you were not,” Uly explained to Tanyn, completely ignoring Nayden. “An idiot, that is. You wouldn’t have picked Catla if she wasn’t the one for you. So he needed first, to chill, and second, to butt out.”

Nayden sighed very loudly.

“And now, he knows he’s wrong, he’s just too demon to admit it,” Uly summed up.

“You can’t be too demon,” Nayden returned.

“You would think not, but you prove that wrong,” Uly ribbed, then drove it home, “Repeatedly.”