Page 137 of Savage Empire
Sienna
I wasn’t mad before because I was thinking this was an arranged thing. But you don’t sleep with just anyone. You LIKE this guy!
Sienna
Total best friend party foul by not telling me sooner, but I’ll let it slide if you provide me explicit details to make up for it.
Sienna
Also, it’s even prettier on your hand. I’m so happy for you :’)
My heart warms.
Rayna
Details coming soon. I’m about to get in the shower.
Rayna
You’re the best. XO <3
Rayna
And I don’t LIKE him.
Sienna
BULLSHIT, cupcake. Talk soon. XX <3
“There’s the sleepyheads,” Jade chimes as soon as I step into the kitchen.
Apollo is trailing just behind me, dressed in a designer suit with his hair dried and styled. He looks like he’s been up for hours, meanwhile I look like I got out of the shower seconds ago. With damp, towel-dried hair, a moisturized face, and the first basic outfit I could find in my new closet wrapped around my body.
“There’s fresh bagels and juice, help yourselves. Rayna, if you want something hot, Martha is around here somewhere. Or you can make yourself something too, whatever you prefer.” She’s standing in front of the open fridge, grabbing what looks like a bottle of juice before spinning around to smile at us. “Wish I could stay and chat, but I’m on my way out. Dmitri and I are taking the kids to the library for story time. Javier and Yordan are coming too, they’re going to do some tutoring stuff while Javi acts as a backup guard.”
“That sounds fun,” I reply quickly, meaning it. “I’m sure the twins will love that. See you later?”
“Definitely,” she chirps, passing by us in a graceful rush. “Goodbye, big brother. Sleeping in looks good on you.”
I smother a laugh, watching as she leaves. “I think she just told you that you have a post-sex glow without realizing it.”
“It’s possible that she realized it and is convincing herself it was the sleep,” he says, amused. “Jade is very much a little sister. She wants to hear nothing about her brothers and their extracurricular activities.”
“Can’t blame her, I feel exactly the same way.”
“What do you want to eat?” Apollo asks, shifting the subject.
“A bagel is fine.” I shrug, looking around the counter. There’s plenty of fruit out too.
“Sit,” he instructs, nodding to the counter. “How do you like your eggs?”
“You’re going to make me eggs?” I ask, disbelief evident in my tone as I slide into a tall chair. “Youcan cook?”
“I can do most things,” he answers dryly. “But your doubt in me has been noted, love. Omelet, scrambled, poached, over easy? What’ll it be?”
“Whatever you’re having, I guess.” I reach across the counter top, snagging a bowl of raspberries. “But I’m eating these while I wait.”
“By all means,” he agrees, getting to work on firing up the stove. “We should talk about the wedding. We planned our marriage but not the ceremony itself. Do you have an idea of what you want and when you want it? I should give my father details as soon as possible.”
