I watch Dax’s ass in his dark denim jeans as he stands in line to order our food. The bell to the front door chimes, breaking my concentration and my jaw drops when I watch the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen strut through the small shop. She makes the place look cheap with how stylish and put together she is. She has long dark hair in a ponytail, tight jeans that shape to the curve of her ass and a black t-shirt that clings so tightly to her torso it’s like a second skin.

Her red-bottom shoes click against the worn, aged tile as she places her perfectly manicured hand on Dax’s shoulder.

I see red.

The sound of the legs of my chair scraping against the tile is jarring, and nearly everyone in the small shop turns to look at me. I’m halfway to where Dax and this unknown threat are standing when I watch as Dax flicks off her pristine hand.

“What do you want, Kas?”

“A crepe, obviously.”

She goes to put her hand on his shoulder and he grimaces. “Don’t touch me.”

“Oh, Asmo doesn’t mind.”

“Yeah, well, I fucking mind,” Dax replies and my inky black heart grows two sizes larger.

With no care in the world, I stand next to Dax and interlace our fingers together. He smiles down at me before he faces the woman next to me.

“Oh, new pet?” The woman named Kas asks, and my heart deflates back to its standard size. I don’t let the irritation show on my face. Not the way she’s talking to me, or the idea that I’m one of many Dax has filled this role for. If he was being honest then at least I’m the first to call him daddy, so there’s that.

“Oh, are you the old pet?” I ask her in a sharp voice. She gives me a smile so sinister from that alone I know she’s supernatural.

She tsks her tongue before she looks me up and down. I’ve been sized up by plenty of women, and if I’m not mistaken, it’s an appraisal of intrigue.

“You must be the mean witch Asmo keeps going on about. I can see the appeal, Daxaddon.”

Dax groans next to me and his hand tightens around mine. Kas is clearly testing his patience.

“Asmo has quite the mouth on him,” I say. It’s glaringly obvious she’s a demon if she knows Dax’s full name and hangs out with Asmo as well. I know I need to have my guard up with her. But something about her attitude resonates with me. Something inside of me tells me to make this woman my friend instead of my enemy.