Page 203 of Sky’s Edge

It had seemed a good idea at the time.

But when the females started arriving for drinks, looking like varying versions of bombshells, with what we were facing, it turned out we were wrong.

Fortunately, when I arrived, the only beings there were Nayden, Uly and Manny.

Therefore, I was able to say, “Warning. Tanyn and I are in a tiff. He’s in the wrong, but you might not agree, because he’s being male. So don’t get your boxers in a bunch about it. We’ll work it out, but I’m mad at him.”

Uly saluted me with his glass and said, “Although I should side with my brother, I can’t find it in me with you wearing that dress.”

Manny chuckled.

“I’m sure Estra would love to hear that,” Nayden remarked.

“Estra is constantly showing me pics of Euan Seafarer and Luchen Prideblood, mostly shirtless,” Uly returned. “And she’d agree with my opinion on Catla’s dress.”

Before they could descend fully into their bro-dom, I butted in to ask, “Does anyone need a refresh on their drink?”

“Sit, luv,” Manny murmured. “I’ll get your martini.”

I didn’t demur.

I sat.

And that was the extent of the fortune that shined on us, for Bainon walked in before Manny even made the cart. Cormac wasn’t far behind him. And Aleksei and Laura came in with Zyra right after him.

I knew Laura got the treatment I did when Aleksei saw her in her metallic purple, skintight, strapless minidress, because she’d attempted to calm the sex hair (I hadn’t bothered), but she’d failed.

However, then Aleece came in wearing a dress made of champagne-gold disks that were formed in a manner that made them look like fish scales. Short sleeved, high-necked, padded shouldered, it hugged her curves lovingly and had a swing skirt that was so short, it was a centimeter away from being indecent. It also put on prominent display her long, shapely legs.

Bainon actually groaned, out loud, when she walked in.

Mm-hmm.

Take that!

But shit got real when Gayle arrived.

She was wearing an iridescent light-green dress with a high side slit, no sleeves, collared neckline with a massive keyhole opening that went from the base of her throat down to her waistline. Her lovely shoulders were on display, as was full inside cleavage, midriff and lots and lots of leg.

Her glorious chestnut hair was out to there, and the color of her dress set off the moss green of her eyes.

This made Cormac growl, “Are you serious?”

Which in turn made Gayle reply, “Yes. But are you serious?”

“I’m very serious about you putting on another dress,” he retorted.

Oh my gods!

“And I’m very serious about telling you to go fuck yourself,” Gayle fired back.

Go Gayle!

“Let’s all take a breath,” Uly tried.

“Actually, let’s not and have this shit out,” I suggested.

“Catla,” Zyra admonished softly.