Page 38 of Savage Empire
“What does our overlord want?” Leon asks.
“A swift kick right between the legs,” I grumble, starting to text back.
Rayna
You still haven’t lost the ability to speak to me. So I suppose we’re both disappointed.
“He’s nagging me to buy things,” I explain, looking back toward Leon. “Clothes, toiletries, etc. He won’t shut up about it.”
“Not big on shopping?”
“Not big on being bossed around by an arrogant P R I C K.”
Laughing, Leon holds out his hand. “May I?”
I find his eyes on my phone, and hesitate only momentarily before passing it over. I watch as he swipes up and down, maneuvering through the device with ease.
“Do you have colors you prefer to wear?”
“Neutrals, I guess,” I answer questioningly.
Leon tilts his head. “That all?”
My cheeks heat against my will. “Pink, too.”
His face becomes a bit stern. “There’s nothing embarrassing about the color pink, Rayna. Jade likes it too, plenty of people do.”
I don’t bother arguing. I wouldn’t typically shy away from admitting to like something, especially not something as silly as a color. But Federico’s war on pink, and the way my fatheralways said only little girls wore the feminine color…I’ve just been avoiding it for years.
But fuck it, if I’m going to be as free as Apollo claims, let him try to tell me what to wear.
“Sizes? Shoes, pants, etc?”
I blindly list them out, choosing to forgo listing my bra measurements for obvious reasons.
“Any fabrics you’re allergic to?”
“No?”
“Any that you just hate?”
“Uh, maybe wool?”
“Sporty, casual, chic?”
“A bit of all, I think…”
Leon takes a few moments to type, and then with a triumphant smile, he passes my phone back. “There you go.”
I accept it, silently confused. “What’d you do?”
“Texted Armani your shopping link,” he replies, a hint of smugness in his tone. “I told him the colors you like, your sizes, and no wool. He’ll probably take a couple hours, but he’ll have your closet overflowing in no time. And he’ll actually enjoy it, win-win.”
I bite my lip, looking down at the message he sent his brother.
“Are you sure?”
“Trust me, Rayna, we just made his day.”
