Dimitri patted her head and smiled at me. “Don’t worry. Pink doesn’t talk to anyone outside the casino.” She stopped doing my makeup and squinted her smoky-eyelined blue irises at me before she turned her ice-cold gaze on Dimitri. “Pat me like that again and I’ll talk to everyone, including Bane, about how you’re petting me like a fucking dog.” Dimitri held up his hands like he was being held at gunpoint. “Duly noted.”
