The weight of Arjun's question hung between them, thick and suffocating.
If he wasn't done... would it change anything?
Myra wanted to scoff, to roll her eyes, to throw some sarcastic remark his way and pretend this conversation meant nothing.
But she couldn't.
Because it did.
And Arjun—damn him—knew it.
She shifted on her feet, arms still crossed, but her confidence wavered under his stare. "You're being dramatic."
Arjun let out a humorless chuckle. "That's not an answer, President."
Her pulse kicked up a notch. She hated how he could cut through her defenses so effortlessly, how he could see too much even when she gave him nothing.
She inhaled sharply. "I don't know, okay?"
Silence.
Arjun studied her, and for the first time since they'd met, he looked... tired. Like he was exh
