She came out of the changing room, trying to take a breath in the skin tight cat-suit that was, according to her witchy pal, all the rage for the modern, fashion-conscious Magian. Or prostitutes.

A woman with teased hair the color of a ripe mango came forward with her hands raised. "Ohhh, Miss Callie. Now that outfit makes a statement. No man will be able to resist you."

"I won't be able to resist them either, since I can hardly move," Callie grumbled, causing Harrison to snort some of her peach margarita up her nose. Callie stuck out her tongue. "You deserve it, cousin. You no longer get to pick out what I'm trying on. By the way, I don't see you parading around in any of these outfits. Do I get my turn to chuckle at your expense?"

"I'd love to wear something like that. But Mom insists I wear the dress she wore, the dress her mother wore etcetera, etcetera. I'll look old-fashioned and ridiculous. You'll definitely chuckle." Hannah smiled at the saleslady hovering beside them. "Madame Aubrey? I think Callie would like something a little softer. Something a little less revealing."

Madame Aubrey tapped her chin, tilting her head as she studied Callie's body. "I think I have just the thing for the discerning connoisseur. It's our newest arrival. Enchanted to perfectly match the wearer's personality."

"Now that should be interesting."

Oh God. Could this get any worse? She held in her stomach. "What are you doing here, Tyghe? I thought this place was females only."

He smiled at Madame Aubrey as she passed him slowly with a curious grin. He turned to Callie, looking her up and down. His gaze narrowed on the plunging neckline that made her brea...