Page 202 of Sky’s Edge

Of which there were many (though, granted, they were usually because someone got spelled by an uncredited witch…but not all of them were).

“Maybe she can give it to me, and I can have it tested by trusted witches to see if they think it’s safe,” he suggested.

“Are you saying that male can’t access even a modicum of self-control?”

“I’m trying to find a compromise.”

“Newsflash, Your Majesty, that isn’t a compromise. That’s expecting Gayle to do all the work and giving Cormac what he wants.”

I could tell I was testing his legendary patience when he stated, “Us arguing about it doesn’t help the situation.”

I pointed to the door to the closet. “When we go to that dinner, Tanyn, I need you on my side.”

“Your side?”

“That being Gayle’s side.”

His Palm bleeped and he pulled it out, returning, “Maybe you should let your friend speak for herself.”

“With Cormac at the same table, fucking with her head by just existing?”

But I lost his attention because he was reading his Palm display.

And then he bit off, “Gods fucking dammit.”

“What is it?”

He looked at me. “It’s a message from Landing Control. Sirk Parrin is requesting permission to land at Berg Castle.”

I blinked and whispered, “What?”

“Fuck me,” Tanyn bit, and prowled out of the room.

Usually, I was good in heels.

But damn his long legs and agility, and my super tight skirt, he was outdistancing me.

Thus, I was forced to shout, “Tanyn!” when we were both in the hall, but he was quite a ways down it.

He turned, glowered at me and said, “I’ll deal with this and meet you for drinks.”

“Deal with it how?”

He didn’t answer.

He initiated his demon speed and disappeared from sight.

“Damn it! Tanyn!” I yelled.

A door opened and Aleece stuck her head out.

“Everything okay?” she asked.

“I need a drink,” I announced.

And then it was me who was stalking.

Direct to the antechamber to get a drink.