Page 120 of Sky’s Edge

“They can come to Sigil too.”

I would love that.

I wasn’t sure they would.

But I totally would.

That said…

“Where would they sleep? And warning, Mom might be one with bunking with the Grenadiers, but Dad would not be, mostly for the reasons Mom would.”

He smiled but said, “I sent a team out to start the reno. I can get them to focus on a bedroom and bathroom first. We have two months. Plenty of time for them to do that, and a great deal more.”

He bopped my nose.

Bopped my nose!

Who was this male?

“Though, you have to get busy,” he said.

“With what?”

“They’ll need a bed to sleep on.”

And here we were.

I pushed up and affected a cuddle with a male canine and a male demon.

It wasn’t hard. They helped.

“Okay, I’m going to tell you something, but you can’t be a jerk about it,” I said.

“I’m never a jerk.”

I gave him a side eye.

“I’m rarely a jerk,” he amended.

I kept giving him the side eye.

“Right, I won’t be a jerk,” he said through twitching lips.

“I have a lot of stuff flagged already for the citadel.”

“Pardon?”

“Furniture. Rugs. Wallpaper. Material to make curtains.”

His brows arched up. “You’ve been designing the rooms in the citadel?”

“It was something to do to keep my mind off things,” I mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“To keep your mind off me,” he corrected. “Doing something that would make you think of me.”

“You’re being a jerk,” I warned.

Then Hurley flew off the couch with a yelp because I was on my back and a king was on top of me.