Page 237 of Sky’s Edge

Then again, the evidence they were, he’d already seen.

The snowpack on the walls of the dungeon level and several inches at the bottom of the storage level had already melted away.

He strode confidently across the bridge over the blaze to the plateau at the center of it.

The flames climbed higher.

He dropped to a knee and bowed his head.

He felt the scorch as the fires grew all around him.

He took his feet and announced, “Your mistress is here.”

With that, Tanyn lifted both arms.

And the flames consumed him.

He heard their message, and after they died away, he walked, unscathed, across the bridge in order to return to his female.

His beautiful Catla.

His fated mate.

Chapter 24

Rite

Friday evening, I sat next to Tanyn on the soni-jet on our way down to the Fall.

Mangold sat next to me, Zyra next to him.

Across from us, Nayden was lounged back in a corner seat, arms crossed on his chest, legs extended in front of him, ankles also crossed, his chin tucked into his neck. He was hot-guy dozing.

On the opposite end from him were Uly and Estra.

She was a half-fae, half-demon with sheet-straight, long, glossy black hair that had a very high, wispy-edged bang cut into it. Her bone structure was classically demonic, but her eyes were the prettiest lilac I’d ever seen, which was totally fae.

I found her surprising, because she was cultured and cool (I didn’t mind saying it, she reminded me of me).

Somehow, I expected her to be a bouncy, easygoing female who was so much of both, she let the bro stuff slide off her back.

She was not.

In the brief time I’d been in her presence I saw that, again, like me, she gave as good as she got, when she wasn’t making it plain she was simply tolerating their chicanery.

Onward with the positioning in the jet, Hurley’s bulk was stretched across Tanyn and my laps (luckily, I got the head end), as Hurley had become the master of getting pets from both his daddy and (good gods, but there it was) his new mommy.

Across from us were Gayle and Cormac.

She’d sat down first. Immediately after, he’d sat down beside her.

And for the first fifteen minutes of our flight, she spent her time frowning down at her Palm, on which she was scrolling.

Cormac had spent that time watching her scroll and scowling.

As such, totally invading her privacy.

I turned my head to Tanyn, who felt my regard and looked down at me.