Sean’s eyes, still warm from looking at me, slid to Joy—and froze solid.

That pressure he carried, the kind only people in power have, rolled off him. His gaze turned sharp as a blade. For a split second, panic flashed across Joy’s face before she dropped her eyes fast.

“Assistant Rogers, go back to the room first. I need to discuss something with Editor Wilson.”

“Yes, Mr. Walker.”

I answered and turned, heading toward the ...