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I exhale slowly and reach for the laptop.

Twenty minutes later, I regret everything.

“Ninety-six percent submissive, but also ninety-four percent switch?” Jace asks, his curiosity piqued. "Sugar, I would role switch with you any day.”

Nate doesn’t even look up. “You’re not recruiting her into your nonsense before we finish the results.”

“So that’s a maybe.”

“No.”

My face burns instantly as Nate scrolls farther down the results, expression becoming increasingly focused. Which somehow feels more dangerous than teasing.

Jace leans across the island suddenly. “Eighty-nine percent exhibitionist.” He chuckles. “That explains Friday night.”

I bury my face in my hands immediately when Elias finally speaks from beside me, voice lower now. “Primal prey, seventy-six percent. Interesting.”

I look up slowly to find his attention already fixed on me, steady enough to send heat straight between my thighs.

“You want pursuit,” he says simply.

My gaze drops to his mouth. “Maybe.”

Nate scrolls again. “Degradation is at sixty-nine percent. So praise is your thing, but you’re not opposed to a little rough language if the mood is right.”

“I do not—”

Elias cuts in. “She responded well when I caught her outside of the playroom.”

I glare at all of them equally. “You three are demons.”

“And yet,” Nate says calmly, still reading, “you enjoy our forms of torture.”

Jace’s voice softens first. “How are you feeling, Sugar?”

Weirdly?

The answer, surprisingly, isn’t shame. It’s relief.

They know more about what turns me on than anyone ever has, and somehow I don’t feel exposed.

I feel understood.

Nate had finally called an end to the morning after the test, ordering Sloane to take Monday off and sending me downstairs with her before Jace could find another excuse to keep her in the penthouse.

I should not have enjoyed those test results as much as I did.

But watching Sloane discover pieces of herself in real time had done something dangerous to me.

Primal prey.

The phrase keeps looping through my head as the elevator doors slide shut behind us.

Beside me, Sloane exhales dramatically. “So,” she mutters, “are you going to hold that test over my head forever now?”

My mouth pulls into a slow grin. “Absolutely.”

“Great. Love that for me.”