Page 289 of Sweet Nightmare

I look down at the note, carefully fold it along its original creases, and slip it into my pocket.

Then I pull out my phone and type.

Me: I need the jet.

Her response arrives almost immediately.

Junie: For what?

I look at the tiny jellyfish again.

Me: I’m going to New York.

Junie: Oh, you’re absolutely fucked.

I grin.

Me: In the best fucking way.

I don’t even bother denying it.

Outside, snowflakes fall and keep covering everything in white.

I used to look at them from behind the glass.

Not anymore.

Because today…I’m going after the woman who made me believe in magic again.

The woman who made me fall in love with winter.

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Is Khaos Chasing Our Ice Princess?

Khaos was spotted boarding his private jet just hours after Artemis departed South Korea, sparking wild speculation online.

A secret rendezvous? Is he following her?

Neither Misfitz Records nor Artemis’s team has commented.

Their destination remains unknown, but one thing is certain…the internet is already losing its mind.

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New York

“Ugh, I miss him.” — A

New York greets me exactly the way it always does.

Loud. Fast. Hungry.

The private jet landed less than twenty minutes ago, and the city is already losing its mind over my return.

Nine hundred unread notifications. Hundreds of missed calls. Thousands of messages.