“Did you have so many?” Malik asked, genuinely curious. Or rather, he asked the question because he preferred to have Leila focus on something frivolous rather than the very real losses she’d suffered.
A self-deprecating grin as she reached for her wine glass. “More than I should have, considering how much I earned as a waitress. Still, I suppose there were worse vices.”
“You can have as many shoes as you like,” he said. “Isn’t there a place in Bel-Air that had very good shopping?”
“Beverly Hills,” she corrected him. “Rodeo Drive. Is that part of your djinn community?”
“It is close enough that taking you to shop there should not present any problems.” Which was true enough. While the djinn and their Chosen must have their permanent residences within the confines of Bel-Air, they were s
