Page 64 of Sky’s Edge

“Early on,” Tanyn cut into this, and we all looked at him, “my father, or perhaps it was Tatra, would send meagre shipments. Manny and I didn’t fish and hunt because we enjoyed it. We did it so we wouldn’t run out of things to eat.”

I sat very, very still.

And then I lost my godsdamned mind.

Throwing my chair back in order to get up, I did it so violently, it toppled over.

Hurley jumped to his feet and barked over me shouting, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

Tanyn stood too, and said softly, “Baby, calm down.”

“That dick dicked with you more than I thought he’d already dicked with you?” I yelled.

Mangold and Zyra were exchanging knowing looks, but I didn’t have time for that.

“He stopped doing it,” Tanyn told me.

“When?” I spat.

Tanyn didn’t answer.

No one did.

“When?” I shrieked.

“When I was twelve,” Tanyn said.

“Oh my fucking gods.” My voice trembled with the depths of my ire, and I was, quite literally, seeing red.

“Catla, calm,” Tanyn ordered.

“Fuck calm!” I screeched, grabbed the wine bottle, which fortunately was mostly empty, and threw it with my demon’s strength against the wall, where it shattered.

Silence descended and the only movement was Hurley scuttling to me and nosing my hand.

Tanyn broke the silence. “Do you have it out?”

“No,” I snapped, grabbed my wineglass, downed its contents in one long gulp, and threw that against the wall too.

It also shattered.

Hurley whined.

I took in a deep breath.

Then said, “Right. I’m better now.”

“We’ll just, er…finish these…um…” Zyra was muttering as she and Mangold took their wineglasses and slunk to the door to their rooms.

When that door closed behind them, instantly, I asked Tanyn, “Why aren’t you having sex with me?”

His brows shot up. “Pardon?”

“You heard me,” I stated. “You barely even touch me.”

“I don’t because we don’t know each other very well.”

“We’re in the midst of a compatibility trial.”