Page 51 of Sky’s Edge

And it was becoming nearly impossible not to let my demonic fury loose as Tanyn moved me through the space.

We were in a solar that fed from what used to be the king’s and queen’s bedchambers, the sun having beat back the gray of the day, so when Tanyn opened the dilapidated shutters, the room filled with light.

And I could easily see how amazing this room could be if it was cleaned up, better insulated, and furnished.

“It’s up to you,” he began. “But in order to give this place a part of you, I’d be happy if you’d take on the project of deciding on furniture and décor when the time comes. The only thing I’d ask is that you make it fit with the rest of the citadel.”

This was not my aesthetic at all.

I took after my mom in a way. I liked streamline. Uncluttered. Though I tended toward a classic style rather than an ultra-modern one.

Even so, this offer gave me a private little thrill.

And that was good, because it tamped down a little of my fury.

“Would you require approval of my choices?” I queried.

His vivid blue eyes captured mine. “Dazzle me.”

I was already dazzled, by those eyes, but I lost his attention when he pulled his Palm out of the back pocket of his jeans, looked at it, then back to me.

“Your boots have been secured. They’re sorting transport and some other things Zyra said she’d like, and all of it should be here in an hour and a half.”

I supposed they took every opportunity to top things up when a transport was going to arrive.

“Are they stuck here?” I asked.

“Sorry, what?” he asked in return, shoving his Palm back in his pocket.

“Mangold and Zyra. Do they have to wait for stuff to get here when things get low or…how does that work?”

“Mostly, they order what they need, and it’s sent to them within hours of them asking.”

What was left unsaid in that was that was how it was now that he was king.

“But there’s craft here that can get to the mainland,” he concluded.

That was good to know.

However.

“Where is it?”

“It’s under the landing platform.”

Ah.

Of course.

He closed the sun off by shutting the shutters, and we resumed our tour.

We were at the top of a tower, both of us standing side by side at a window (that was broken, by the way), staring at an amazing view, when he pulled his Palm out again.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered as he studied the display. He looked to me. “I have to deal with this. Do you want to wander the rest yourself? There’s not much left.”

I nodded.

“Can you get back to the lounge on your own?” he asked.