Percy’s POV

I wasn’t the type to stroll through luxury malls or go shopping for that matter. To me, it was too noisy and pointless. I didn’t even recall the last time I went on a shopping spree on my own whim. But Beta Nate had been pestering me for weeks now.

“Sir, you have to try new things once in a while,” he’d said this morning. “At least pretend you’re not a workaholic.”

So here I was—surrounded by designer labels.

 “This is considered therapy to some people.” ...