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“That’s it,” I decide, clapping my hands as I stand, and Cas tumbles to the floor with a surprised shout. “We’re going.”

Her mouth opens and closes like a fish before she snaps out of it. “Wecan’t—”

“We can, and we will,” I argue, grabbing her hands and pulling her to her feet. Cas glares at me from a heap on the ground, and I relent and help him up as well. “I want to meet this Johnny,” I sneer, hating the taste of his name in my mouth, “and show him exactly what he’s been missing.”

Chapter 19

Ruby

This is a mistake.

A colossal, idiotic, ridiculous mistake that I’ll regret as soon as I make an ass of myself.

It’s not a question ofif—it’s pretty much a guarantee. My skills at embarrassing myself have been honed over a lifetime. Practiced daily. Sharpened like an embarrassed, awkward knife until it’s ready to hack away at my dignity.

“Holy shit, you are so fucking handsome!” Cas is almost swooning, a dreamy expression on his face. He makes heart eyes at Amon, who tries to hide how much he enjoys it with an eye roll, but his pleased grin is a dead giveaway.

Amon stays cool, almost bored, as he replies, “Not so bad yourself.” My smile widens as Cas launches himself into Amon’s arms, smothering him with a kiss that’s more of a tackle. He sputters and pushes Cas away, wiping his hand over his lips inannoyance. It’s an act, though—we all know there’s no real fire behind it.

The true nature of the big softie has been exposed.

My chuckle slips out as they both turn to me, a perfect representation of their personalities. Cas is visibly delighted, a giant smile digging into his cheeks and his body language relaxed. Amon sports his signature half-scowl, long hair curtained over one eye and casting a shadow over his rugged face. They are clad in similar black suits, meticulously tailored to their builds.

I glance at my PJs. “I… uh… wasn’t sure what to wear, so I haven’t exactly gotten very far.”In my defenseall they did was think about how hot and suave they wanted to look tonight, and it happened.

“Never mind that,” Amon says in his smooth, deep timbre, moving closer and resting his hands on my upper arms. His eyes shut, and a surge of electric energy courses through his body, connecting with mine.

The magic glides over my skin as my lounge clothes fade into a snug black dress. It dips low between my boobs that are perky and round in the best cleavage of my life and hugs my legs mid-thigh. A thick belt cinches the smallest part of my waist, and Amon steps back and shakes out a long jacket that layers over the top.

Cas makes a frame with his fingers that he focuses on me. “Allow me…” There’s another exhilarating rush of magic before he guides me to the mirror. I feel like Cinderella getting ready for the ball, except instead of talking, chubby mice, it’s sexy demons.

I grin at the thought, but then it falls from my face.

My reflection stares back at me, shocked.

The clothes flatter my body, enhancing its beauty without altering its shape. Emotion clogs my throat as I realize they are celebrating my curves instead of trying to hide them.Suppressing tears, I lift my eyes upward. Extra curly and full of volume, my hair is pushed out of my face. It’s total sex hair—a controlled chaos that’s intentionally messy while still put-together. Cat-eyed liner and mascara are accented by deep red lips in a shade that somehow doesn’t clash with my hair.

I can’t stop staring at the woman in the mirror. “It’s… I look…”

“Beautiful?” Cas offers.

“Exquisite?” Amon says, but I shake my head at both of them.

“I look likeme, just prettier.”

Side by side, they step forward and flank me, shaking their heads as they stare. There’s no more hiding as every emotion crosses their faces. Fur brushes my leg, and I glance down to find Shadow, rubbing against the black kitten heels on my feet as her tail flickers.

“No, sweetheart,” Cas says, running a gentle finger down my cheek and bringing my gaze back to his. “You look likeyou. Just as beautiful as the first time I laid eyes on you.”

“Come on,” Amon says, winding his arm through mine as Cas does the same. “Let’s go turn some heads.”

People are staring.

At me.

They gawk, even, as we walk straight past the long line waiting to get into the club. At least one girl openly points, but Amon and Cas don’t miss a beat even as I want to melt into the ground.

I can imagine the whispers.What is that plain, chubby redhead doing with those two drop-dead gorgeous guys? Why does she think she’s hot enough to skip the line?

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