Page 59 of Sweet Nightmare
She’s a Gemini. I’m fairly certain stubbornness is genetically encoded into their DNA, right alongside the inability to admit when they’re being ridiculous.
The moment I step off the plane, the cold air slips beneath my thick coat and brushes against my face.
I inhale deeply.
God, I love it.
It feels like a gentle caress against my skin.
Granted, most people would probably disagree, but they’re entitled to be wrong.
I descend the stairs slowly, breathing in the crisp air as I watch the snow drifting around me.
There isn’t enough to cause any inconvenience, delay flights, or trap people indoors. Just enough to dust the runway with a delicate layer of gorgeous white.
Tiny flakes float lazily beneath the airport lights, each one sparkling for a heartbeat before disappearing into the darkness.
Beautiful.
Peaceful.
Cold.
Three of my favorite things.
Traveling secretly isn’t particularly difficult when your family owns enough money to make problems disappear.
No paparazzi.
No public arrivals.
No photographs.
No cameras shoved in my face before I’ve even had coffee.
Exactly how I like it.
Especially when I haven’t slept and possess neither the patience nor the energy to pretend I enjoy being perceived.
“The car’s waiting,” Mika mutters through gritted teeth.
Unlike me, she has a strictly hate-hate relationship with cold weather. If given the choice, she would probably set the entire season on fire and sue the manufacturer for emotional damages.
“Did Stevie send the collaboration agenda? And where are we staying?”
“Uh… she—”
My phone vibrates inside my coat, interrupting her.
Speak of the strawberry-obsessed devil.
Stevie.
I answer immediately, and her face fills the screen.
She looks infuriatingly awake.
Far too cheerful for someone who is currently failing at her job and teetering dangerously close to being demoted from assistant and best friend to a person who occasionally annoys me.
