Nico picked them. Who knew he was such a fashionista,” she joked. My eyebrows shot up. No fucking way. Nico had pets, not girlfriends. Jesus Christ, if he was adopting Rae now...no. She had the wrong personality for that kind of arrangement. The pets were always submissive brunettes. Rae wasn’t submissive. And anyway, Nico hated her. Or, so he said. Again, I had no idea why I was even worried about this. I needed to calm the fuck down.
