Kas throws her head back in a deep laugh. “Don’t get me wrong, witch. I’m sure you can play top anytime you want.” Her heels click as she walks toward me and turns up my chin. “But the fact is, that feeling that Dax gives you when he takes control, tells you what to do, is stronger than any feeling you got by being in charge of someone else. Am I wrong?”

“You’re not wrong,” I say with an exaggerated sigh.

“Don’t sound too put out about it. If Dax isn’t giving what you need, sweetie, I can fill that void.” Her thumb is under my chin and she makes me look into her almond-shaped brown eyes. She smiles wickedly again, and it’s captivating. So captivating, I nearly need to shake my head to clear it.

“I’m happy with Dax,” I say pointedly.

“Well, if you ever change your mind and want a mommy instead of a daddy, the invitation stands.” She laughs maniacally as she walks back into the fitting room to try on something else.

Demons are fucking crazy.

I shake my head again and as I go to walk back to the main entrance, Baron stops me, holding out my champagne. I tenderly take the glass, holding the stem between two fingers. “Here you are. Kas and I have taken the liberty of choosing some items for you.” He holds back a blush pink curtain. “If something doesn’t fit right, just let me know and I can get you a new size.”

I clear my throat. “Do you have anything in pink?” I ask quietly, hoping to fuck that Kas doesn’t hear.

Baron smiles at me and nods to collect some more garments. I down my champagne in a few large gulps and place the empty glass on the cushioned bench in the changing room.

I grab the first option, and the material feels rich against my fingertips. It’s not something that I would normally buy for myself. My wardrobe is comprised of different pleated skirts, a few jeans, and every single type of black shirt you can imagine. While it’s not out of the realm of what I would buy, the price tag is more than I would ever spend.

When I put it on, I know Dax will love it and I decide to show Kas, against my better judgment.

Her smile is wide as she looks me up and down. “That’s definitely the one for Inferno.”