Sure enough, as soon as we enter the room, Asmo has his head on Kas’s lap as she strokes his messy blonde hair.

Her eyes brighten as soon as she sees Stevie. “And who is this beautiful creature?” she asks.

Stevie smiles at her and waves. “I’m Blair’s cousin, Stevie,” she says.

“She’s a normal nice witch,” Asmo says snarkily and Stevie glares at him.

“And you’re the less attractive demon that Blair turned down at the bar. Are you still butthurt about that or from the treatment Kas just gave you?”

Asmo gapes at Stevie while Kas gives her a devious smile, patting the spot next to her. “Come sit here, sweet witch.” Stevie beams at her request and eagerly sits down next to her. Asmo groans as Kas stops petting his hair to focus her attention on Stevie.

“Not so nice of a witch after all,” Asmo says with a newfound interest in the not-so-nice witch.

“This is fucking nauseating. Will you hold me?” Blair asks.

I nod and sit down on the soft cushions, bringing her down with me back to our favorite position of her straddling my lap. My hands rub up and down her thighs, slow circles around her back.

I speak lowly enough so the assholes next to us don’t hear. “You good, babe? Do you need anything?”

“No.” She sighs, pressing her cheek against my chest. Nuzzling against the soft material of my shirt. “Any sign of Paige?”

I shake my head and continue rubbing her back. My hand wanders down to her ass, and she winces at the touch. “Sorry,” I say, even though I’m not sorry for a single fucking second. Watching her pale ass get pinker with each smack. Seeing how much she liked it when I heated my hands and hit her in fast strikes. She was made for me and she’s wrapped in this beautiful package that I want to peel layer by layer. What makes Blair tick? What does she love to do in her free time? Does she like to travel? All the questions I have for her churn in my head as she pops up from leaning against my chest dramatically.

“Over to the left, standing by the bar, is that Paige?” she asks me quietly.

“It sure is,” I reply and snap my fingers to get Kas and Asmo’s attention. Asmo looks like an old dog who just got replaced by a cute new puppy, as Kas has a tendril of Stevie’s long red hair between her fingers. Kas’ eyes meet mine and I tilt my head in the bar’s direction. Her eyes widen for a moment before she puts her cool facade back on.

“Sweet witch, I’d love to continue this conversation, but I have something I need to take care of.”