Page 4 of Sky’s Edge

I wanted to have this meeting like I wanted to have someone dress me in pink.

Demons didn’t do pink, as a matter of course.

I didn’t do pink, as a matter of principle.

We could just say, I had baby pics where Mom had put me in pink and frills, and even when I was incapable of speech, ambulation or feeding myself, I had a sour look on my face due to my distaste of my clothing.

And this had nothing to do with the fact that pink seriously clashed with my coppery hair (well, not nothing, but that was only a minor factor).

“Your parents are in your father’s study,” Johnson intoned.

Of course they were.

Dad couldn’t pull his whole Master of the House thing if we weren’t in his study.

The door to the elevator that led up to the house slid open at my approach, and I headed through it.

Johnson entered with me.

Luckily, King Tanyn’s males stayed behind.

And the doors slid closed.

“Will you be joining us for dinner?” Johnson asked.

Absolutely not, I answered in my head.

Oh yes.

I was nursing a serious grudge against my father and would continue to do so if this situation didn’t correct itself the way I needed it to, maybe forever.

“I have plans,” I said.

“Of course,” Johnson murmured.

Did I detect a hint of understanding in the butler’s tone?

He revered my dad. He adored my mom. And even though I tried him on a variety of occasions through the years, I knew he felt the same for me (when I wasn’t vexing him…or Dad).

And he was human, so he didn’t understand the situation I was in.

Even so, I did detect that hint.

The doors slid open.

Johnson hung back and I strode into the house I’d grown up in.

Mom had done a full décor overhaul two years ago. Gone was the modern, streamlined design she’d crafted just over a decade ago when I left home and went to uni, and she’d needed something to turn her mind to because “my baby is all grown up and heading out into the world on her own.”

She’d struggled with that, Mom did. It hurt to watch.

I’d always been super okay being an only child. Until then.

But by that time, I was raring to get out there and make my mark.

Now, in its place was an even more modern, streamlined design made up entirely of whites and creams, this included the floors and walls.

As such, the cavernous first floor that was all open plan held a variety of seating areas with armless couches and chairs and hovering tables and drone lamps.