NADIA’S POV
He says it again, and for a second I just stare at him, because oh God, not this again.
My chest tightens instantly, sharper this time, like my body already knows what’s coming before my mind fully catches up, and I let out a slow breath that does absolutely nothing to steady me.
He’s still stuck on it, still on that same question. Why won’t he just let it go.
“You’re asking me that again?” I say, my voice low, strained in a way I don’t bother hiding this time, my fingers tightening slightly at my sides. “After I already answered you?”
His gaze doesn’t shift.
“Yeah,” he says, his voice rough, steady in a way that tells me he’s not backing down. “Because you didn’t give me the right answer the first time.”
A sharp twist pulls through my chest, and for a second I forget ho
