Page 102 of The Dragon 2
Apparently, the Dragon didn’t just kill for power. He hunted talent like treasure.
The chef now had a driver, a black card, and two homes paid for by Kenji’s empire.
Regardless, once he was spotted coming from Zo’s place, Zo had gotten four new invitations to Tokyo art elite events. Additionally, he’d been offered to co-host a top fashion podcast next weekend, and he’d received a scandalous brunch invite from a gallery owner who normally wouldn’t blink in his direction.
Kenji’s power didn’t just ripple.
It created tsunamis.
And Zo?
He was happily swimming in the tide.
“Alright. Alright. I am finished.” Zo emerged from his room dressed and humming—tight black jeans, gold-framed glasses, and a vintage Prince tee. On the front, Prince stood in high heeled boots. His guitar was slung across his chest. He had one gloved hand reaching toward the sky. Purple lightning cracked behind him, and a single lyric curved under his hips:Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today.
Zo strutted forward like the shirt had given him divine permission to be iconic. “Did I disappoint?”
I grinned. “You did not.”
“So. . .” He looked my outfit over—blue jeans, old sneakers, and a faded gray shirt with a towering, weathered building printed across the front. My earrings were tiny, leatherhardcovers that actually opened, revealing microscopic pages inside.
I did a turn. “And did I disappoint?”
“Oh.” He blinked. “You’re dressed.”
“Yes.”
“I thought you wanted me to give you time to get dressed.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m already dressed.”
“Still. . .we have time if you want to change.”
“I’m about to kick your ass.”
He pointed to my ears. “Why are you doing the ugly book earrings? What’s that about?”
“It’s the theme.”
“What theme?”
I gestured to my shirt. “This is a library. You see where I was going with that.”
He leaned closer to my chest, squinting at the shirt. “That’s a library? It just looks like an old gray building.”
“It is the famous Trinity College Library in Dublin.”
“No one knows that but nerds.”
“Eh, nerds are the only people I’m ever trying to impress. I don’t care about you fashion maniacs.”
“Well. . .” Zo stepped back dramatically, hand to his heart like I’d just confessed a felony. “I’ll give you a minute to get dressed.For real. I’ll wait.”
I tugged my shirt down. “Iamdressed.”
He gave me a look so pityingly I nearly took off my book earrings and threw them at him. “Nyomi. . .you are not going out withmelooking like that.”
Huffing, I twisted my hips as I walked past him, adding an extra sway just to spite his fashion-policing ass. “Watch me.”
