The Ice King and The Vixen
I thought I was prepared.
I held his gaze because looking away first felt like losing something I hadn't agreed to compete for.
He didn’t offer a hand. He just moved to the chair across from me and dropped into it like I was another item on his already tedious schedule.
Antonio cleared his throat. “Jannis, this is Laura Jean Renard. She’ll be with us for the next six months. Laura Jean, Jannis Laurence.”
Jannis leaned back, arms loosely crossed, expression unreadable. “I know who she is,” His voice was low, flat, like he was stating an unfortunate fact. “Another journalist. Another person convinced my life belongs in print.”