His women were still mostly out even Valentina had drifted back toward sleep after their exchange, her breathing already evening out. And Maddie —
Maddie was still drooling.
They'd all gone to bed at three in the morning — him included — though for different reasons.
Yesterday had been a full operational day for him while the women had spent it actually enjoying the island, which was what normal people did on tropical islands instead of navigating supernatural bloodline politics and the logistics of keeping a small army of Legacy heiresses from killing each other or, worse, redecorating his penthouse without permission.
Four hours of sleep. The sun through the glass walls was announcing seven a.m. with the cheerful aggression of a star that had not been consulted about anyone's preferred schedule and did not care.
