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“I said drop it. I just need you to find my stalker so I can get out of here, away from here, and back on the road far away from this place. Please. Please just keep the necklace on no matter what.”
“I got you. Don’t—don’t cry. I’ll find him for you. And Bai?”
She sniffled, trying to calm herself. “Yeah?”
“If I’m going to be you, then you should be able to trust me. That’s all I ask. I’ll help get you out of here, but you have to trust me.” He reached out, pulling her into his embrace, and as weird as it was to hug herself, it felt right. She needed that.
“I know, and I do. I really do, or I wouldn’t have suggested you. I’m sorry for assuming.” She pulled back, eyeing Isaiah’s outfit one more time. She needed to get out of her emotions, find something else to focus on, and quick. “You know what, you need a different top. Something that shows off your tits more. This is too tame for what they expect.”
“Hey, don’t sweat it. Maybe doing this will get me on Axel’s good side, and he will let me go to the mating parties for real, and I can find my mate too.”
She pulled off the tank top, trading it out for a thin, tight, white tee with a v-neckline. “Much better.”
“If you find your mate, and he’s a male, I can make this change permanent. Or I can slice off your toes if you fuck up. Whatever works.” Cassie twirled her knife through her fingers, watching Bailey dress up Isaiah with interest.
Isaiah looked at her in concern, smoothing down the shirt. “Shit, Cass. You’re serious. I’m glad you’re not going. You’re not going, right?”
He reached out to grab Bailey’s arm, finally walking a little more confidently, but when Bailey glanced over at Cassie, she winked at her and cocked an eyebrow. She didn’t know what the dark witch was planning, but it would be good.
Chapter 15
Thursday, November 18
11:55 a.m.
When all three of them appeared, two in new clothes, both Baileys were grinning wildly, clearly proud of themselves. Cassandra only stood silently, her arms crossed as she casually looked on, like this whole thing was a daily occurrence for her.
Gio and Travis had both shown up by the time the Baileys had reappeared and laid across the couches. But when Cassandra had transported them back in, everyone jumped up, excited to see the results.
“Nice, right? Can you tell us apart?”
Both Baileys twirled and walked suggestively around the room, putting on a show in tiny skirts, heels, and barely-there tops that showed off their cleavage, but there was no doubt in his mind. His Bailey walked with more than confidence, with more than a practiced hair toss. Everyone was stumped, and yet despite the two identical bodies in the room, it was clear to him which Bailey was his.
His.
When had he gone from admiring and wanting to fuck this woman to referring to her as his? He shook his head free of that thought, chalking it up to how much time they had spenttogether the past couple days. But the entire group inspected them both, circling and arguing over the original Bailey.
“This has to be Bailey.”
“I would know Isaiah anywhere. He walks like he owns everything he touches.”
“And Bailey doesn’t?”
“No, Bailey’s a cocky mother-fucker. This one is Bai.”
“And Isaiah’s not?”
“Damn. You’re right. How have we never noticed they’re both so alike?”
At that comment, his Bailey frowned slightly, and he could tell she wanted to say something, to defend herself, but she didn’t. Her smile only slipped for a minute, but he saw the slight hurt.
In the end, Lana was the only one who had it correct. “I knew it! I know a natural in heels when I see it. Isaiah must have practiced, but he’s not a natural yet. All you men can’t look past a little ass shaking to see a real woman.”
“Hell yeah, I practiced. They both threatened me with all kinds of unmentionable things if I blew this. I don’t know how they do this all day long and willingly. My feet are killing me, and my whole sense of gravity is off.” He squatted, humping the air crudely. “And look, no dick! This is going to take some getting used to.”
Keoni reached out to Isaiah, patting his crotch, but he jumped back comically. “Hey, man. The goods are private. No touching.”
Keoni’s smile was slow and teasing. “What’s wrong? You like it a little too much? You know, Bailey resisted all this, but will you be able to?”
