Page 29 of Sky’s Edge

The good in all of that?

Bash pulling his crap meant I’d narrowly avoided getting mixed up with a super-huge dickhead.

But that was it.

“It was a week,” I replied.

“You were contacted about your needs and preferences, yes?” he asked.

Oh yeah.

And that happened too.

Some female named Jorda contacted me, asking what I might need at the citadel. Food. Drink. Supplements. Mane-mate. Cosme-mask.

“Yes,” I answered.

“Good.”

Right.

Maybe I was going about this wrong.

Maybe I should talk to him, being to being. He wasn’t unaware of how I felt about this, but maybe I had to share in a more personal, earnest way about how I felt about all of this.

“Listen, Tanyn⁠—”

“And she uses my name,” he muttered.

“Don’t make me regret it,” I snapped.

Did his lips twitch?

“What were you going to say?” he asked.

“I…” I shook my head. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Start anywhere.”

“I don’t want to marry you,” I blurted.

“This isn’t news, Catla.”

“Okay, honestly, I don’t mean offense by saying that. Really. Truly. I just…well, don’t want to marry you.”

“Again, this isn’t news.”

“I love living in Nocturn.”

“Have you been to Abyssinia?”

“Yes. It’s cold.”

“It is that. It also has better shopping than Nocturn.”

“That’s debatable,” I replied.

That said, I couldn’t debate it because it was half a dozen of one, six of the other. Both were mega when it came to that.