Page 92 of Sky’s Edge

This was not good.

I grabbed his arm. “Tanyn⁠—”

He pulled free and stated formally, “Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

With that, he turned from me, and I watched his proud frame walk from the room.

Proud frame.

Proud frame.

Heaven and hellfire, with my idiot comment about sleeping in his bed, I’d not only been thoughtless after an emotional day for Tanyn, I’d crossed the pride of a demon.

In other words, I’d not only screwed up big.

I’d screwed up huge.

This was confirmed when my eyes moved through the room and I saw everyone studiously avoiding my gaze.

Except Nayden, who had dropped the mask of affable buddy and was scowling at me with open distaste.

Definitely screwed up huge.

Crap.

“Catla,” Dad said.

I jumped because he was right at my side.

I looked up at him.

“What’s going on with you and Tanyn?” he asked, his tone gentle, concerned, his expression the same.

And honestly.

I’d had enough.

“When he approached you, did you think, even once, what you’d be asking of me when you signed my life away to a male I barely knew who lived in a realm not my own and came with responsibilities I might not want?” I demanded to know.

“Sweetheart, I understand you’re dealing with many things, but you wound me by asking something like that.”

“In other words, as a male, not only can you not comprehend what you were expecting, you refuse to try.”

He winced.

Maybe that got in there, maybe it didn’t.

It didn’t matter.

I was not finished.

“All right then, I’ll ask, did you think, even once, what you’d be asking of Tanyn in knowing how opposed to this match I’d be?”

“You two have not given it much time.”

“If you’d encouraged him to court me, instead of simply handing me over, we would have had that time without this weight hanging over us.”

“You were very aware this was a possibility,” he reminded me. “This didn’t come out of the blue.”