ZAVIAN NOLVEN POV

"Well, spit it out. I don't have all day."

"Ugh," She rolled her eyes, pulled the seat back, and dropped into it with a dramatic sigh. "You're no fun."

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows against the desk before meeting my gaze. There was something almost too deliberate about the way she looked at me, like she was trying to figure out what had changed. "Why didn't you tell anyone you were getting married?" she asked. "I thought we were close."

I stared at her for a moment. "Are we?

Her lips parted slightly, and for a second, she looked...