Page 107 of Sky’s Edge

But in this instance, as mind-boggling as that was, it didn’t change a godsdamn thing.

I pulled away.

“Baby,” he whispered, his arms tightening.

“Fuck you and let me go,” I demanded.

He hesitated, two moments too long for my liking, but he let me go.

I slid away from him, ripped off my pumps, ran to my coat, swung it on my shoulders, then, holding it closed at the front, ran to the steps that took me to my bedroom, which was loft-style, open to the rest of the two-story penthouse.

I went right to the closet, programmed some underwear and a lounge outfit, and off to the bathroom I went to clean him from me.

Back to the closet, I got dressed.

That done, I stormed out. I looked down over the landing, seeing he’d put his sweater back on. Righted his jeans. And he was standing at my floor-to-ceiling windows that had a view of the Dolphin Sea.

But his head was tilted back, gaze on me.

I marched down the stairs and stopped at the bottom of them.

“Now that’s done, you can get out,” I invited.

“Catla—”

“No. I’m released. We’re done. You said so yourself.”

“Let me⁠—”

“No, I think you said all that needed to be said. I said what I needed in my note to you. We clearly had to get that out of our systems.” I swung an arm toward the couch to explain my words. “We’re over.”

“I’m falling in love with you.”

By Lilith, hearing him say that, how did I keep my feet under me?

Fortunately, I was just that angry, I did.

“You’ll get over it.”

He started walking my way. “And you’re falling in love with me.”

He didn’t quit walking, so I started retreating.

And kept fighting.

“Fuck you.”

“We will again, in a minute, but we need to sort this out.”

“We won’t again, ever. You’re leaving.”

I put the kitchen island between us (my kitchen was outfitted to actually cook, not that I needed it, so I didn’t need that island, except it had stools around it so I could sit and eat there).

He kept coming.

I halted in order to stand my ground and demanded, “Stop! This is not going to happen, Your Majesty.”

Again with the demon speed, damn him, and I was pressed against the Chill-Cupboard, trapped by his body. Though, this time, his hands were on my neck with his thumbs at my jaw, forcing me to stare in his amazing face.