The car door slammed harder than it should have.
Emily didn’t say a word as she slid into the backseat of the state-issued SUV. Brian was already inside, scanning headlines on his holotab, but he didn’t miss the drop in temperature the moment she sat down.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked without looking up. Polite. Professional. Pointless.
“Did you?” Her voice was cool, unbothered. A calculated dagger wrapped in velvet.
He glanced at her. “You’re in a mood.”
“I’m in a marriage.” Her lips twitched with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “That’s what this is, right?”
Brian exhaled slowly. “Emily—”
“I hope Sabina’s couch was worth it. Or was it her bed this time?”
It wasn’t the jealousy that bothered him—it was the indifference. That flat, amused tone that stripped him of his power to
