She stopped herself, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her anger bleeding into something deeper.
I frowned. “While you what, Lysandra?”
She shook her head, her lips pressing into a tight line.
I stepped closer, my patience thinning. “You wanted to leave. I told you to leave. So why are you still here? Why did you come back? Why did you choose to stay? When you were leaving with your briefcase, why did you come back and choose to stay?”
Her eyes flashed. “Because you allowed me to stay. You wanted me here.”
The room went silent.
She took a shaky breath, as if steadying herself before she spoke again, softer this time but just as sharp. “If you really wanted me gone, you wouldn’t have let me stay. But you did. You want me to stay with you? You had your men calling me back. I was go
