Joshua looked like he wanted to say something more, but Stella gently interrupted him. “Joshua, I need you to stay here and watch over Keen. If I hand him off to anyone else, I just can’t be at ease.”
If she had to choose between something happening to herself or to Keen, the answer was obvious. She’d rather take the risk herself.
Joshua understood that perfectly well. All he could do was stand there and watch as Stella and Jonathan walked away.
Foreman, seeing Joshua had finally run out of excuses to linger around Stella, let a faint, knowing smile curl his lips.
“Stay here with Keen. I’ll go check on Star,” he said, pausing for effect before adding, “You know, Joshua, you’re not the only one in the world who can protect her.”
Joshua looked him straight in the eye. “You did this on purpose.”
He didn’t have to spell out exactly what he meant; both of them knew. Foreman had deliberately brought Keen over to tie Joshua’s hands. Even if Jonathan hadn’t come for Stella, Foreman would’ve found some other way to keep him from following her. He just wanted a chance to be alone with Stella.
Feigning innocence, Foreman shrugged. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
Joshua couldn’t be bothered to argue. Squeezing Keen’s hand, he said, “Come on, Keen. Let’s go find your dad.”
He needed to get Keen somewhere safe before he could go after Stella. If anything happened to Keen, Stella would never forgive him.
Foreman didn’t waste another second and strode off in the direction Stella had gone.
…
In an unremarkable corner of the party, someone dressed as a janitor was lurking, glancing nervously around.
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