As the hours went by, it wasn't long before Renlo burst into the room, pressing his back against the door as he struggled to catch his breath.
Malakai had just finished fastening the last button of his attire for the date. He almost laughed when he saw Renlo's face. His friend wore a strange mixture of horror and relief, like a man who had somehow managed to escape hell with his life.
"You look like you barely escaped with your life."
Renlo sucked in another ragged breath, staring at Malakai with pleading eyes. "P-please… please don't leave me alone with her again. I'll do your laundry for a month, no, a year! Just don't make me go back!"
Octavia, of course.
Knowing the tenth vein, it wasn't hard to imagine the kind of torture Renlo must have gone through. The evidence was practically painted across his face. Patches of powder was on his skin, along with a faint, suspicious blush smeared across one cheek.
'Did she use him as some kind of makeup dummy?'
