Page 290 of Sky’s Edge

More nodding.

“What the fuck are we dealing with?” he clipped.

“I don’t know, Tanny,” I said gently.

“Yo,” we heard from the door.

We both turned that way to see Nayden strolling in.

“Something you two have to see,” he said.

“What is it?” Tanyn, my Tanyn, the King of Sky’s Edge, also King Cool, asked very impatiently.

“It’s a have to see, mate,” Nayden replied. “And it’s safe. Another two garrisons of warriors have arrived. They’re in position, on patrol and setting up a heat-seeker.”

This pacified Tanyn (a little), I knew because he took my hand and guided us toward Nayden and the door, Hurley going with us.

We walked down the hall.

But we stopped at the top of the grand stairwell in the heart of the castle.

I gasped, loudly.

Tanyn’s fingers pumped mine.

“It’s fucking her,” Nayden said.

That fucking her was me.

“Yes,” Tanyn agreed, sounding much calmer.

“And you fucking knew it,” Nayden went on.

“Yes,” Tanyn confirmed.

I would know Nayden wasn’t disappointed that fucking her was me when he gritted, “And you didn’t tell me?”

“If it makes you feel better, I didn’t tell my mate either.”

My mate.

His mate.

Wait.

What had Monique said?

Catla, the Sacred Queen of Sky’s Edge, the fated mate of Tanyn Firefierce.

I tore my attention from the fact the whole ground floor, and creeping to the one above it, the snow packed walls and ice marble floors were gone. Glittering black diablo stone was in their place.

And it wasn’t only that.

The magic that had frozen Berg Castle was so extreme, the décor was different too.

Gone were the silvers, the grays, lilac, blues, purples and glimmer.

In its place was burnished gold, deep reds and wines, black, and luster.