Day 8: Under the Mistletoe (Infraction Ten: The Unkissed Moment) The penthouse has been transformed into a labyrinth of expectation. Noelle has spent the afternoon taping sprigs of fresh, waxy mistletoe to the most convenient transition points of the home: the archway to the kitchen, the entrance to the study, and directly above the master bed. Noelle is dressed in a short, cream-colored silk slip that barely skims her mi...

Day 1: The Anti-Claus and the Writ of Infractions The double doors of the elevator slid open with a hushed whoosh, revealing the expansive, slate-grey silence of the North Pole penthouse. Nicholas stepped out, his thumb still hammering a frantic rhythm against the glass screen of his datapad. The logistics network in the Eastern Hemisphere was hemorrhaging efficiency by the minute, and his mind was a tangle of flight path...