Page 232 of Sweet Nightmare

That child of mine has treated her schedule like sacred law since she was four.

If she’s sleeping in...

That boy has already won more ground than he realizes.

—Andrea

thirty

. . .

Eloise

“Solitude is underrated.

I was reminded of this the moment other human beings invaded my space.” — K

I’m beginning to regret this shit, and the meeting hasn’t even started.

Why?

Because Winter Storm has people everywhere.

Loud voices speaking in both English and Korean.

Someone is arguing about lighting. Someone else is hunting for coffee. And a cameraman recently stopped me to ask where the bathroom was because, apparently, he’d been holding in a shit all morning.

I pointed him toward the nearest one.

He thanked me like I’d saved his life.

I fucking hate people.

This is exactly why I built a mansion in the middle of nowhere.

Now, I’m standing near the floor-to-ceiling windows of my meeting room and stare out at the

Behind me, a burst of laughter echoes through my conference room.

I close my eyes.

Ninety percent of humanity can disappear tomorrow and I’d sleep better.

The other ten percent...

Well, the jury is still out on that one.

“A sexy theme in the snow with horses? That sounds so romantic! Right, Arty?”

“No. It sounds dreadful.”

I smile.

There’s my little glacier.

“Oh, hush.” The redhead called Stevie laughs. “What do you think, Stephen?”

“Khaos,” Artemis corrects immediately.