Page 249 of Sky’s Edge

I’d seen this happen.

But it had never happened to me.

I also saw Tanyn’s hand in the open door, offered to help me out of the craft.

I stared at his beautiful hand.

A hand that had held mine.

A hand that had soothed over my skin.

A hand that had sifted through my hair.

A hand that had claimed my cunt.

This was it.

This was going to be my life.

I scooched over the seat, placed my hand in Tanyn’s, and his strong fingers curved warm and reassuring around mine.

Yes.

This was it.

This was going to be my life.

He helped me get out, and if I thought the flashes were blinding before and the cacophony was a clamor, I was wrong.

I could barely see, and the din was hurting even my demon ears.

Tanyn tucked me tight to his side, and back straight, stride steady, he guided me up the purple carpet.

I was his.

I was representing him.

I was representing not only Sky’s Edge, but Night’s Fall.

And to my shock, but also thrill, I found I was incredibly proud I had the opportunity to do all of that.

Thus, I turned my head this way and that and smiled. I gave out little waves. I ignored the questions hurled at us.

And then we were inside, having been pulled to the side by a member of the palace staff. Due to Tanyn’s status, we were lingering because we also got to jump the queue of the reception line.

As the staff member went about holding up the line to slide Tanyn and I in, Tanyn drew me closer, angled down and whispered in my ear, “All right?”

When he pulled away, I gave him a beaming smile.

Because seriously.

That was a rush.

“I’m mega.”

His eyes moved over my face. They darkened.

He murmured, “Perfect.”