Page 187 of Bad Prince

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Stella.

Always Stella.

The way she looked on the court.

The way she walked past me like I didn’t exist.

The way she chose distance.

She told me to leave her alone.

So I did.

I look back at Isa.

At the girl in front of me.

Injured.

Alone.

Trying not to let it show.

And something settles.

Not excitement.

Not romance.

Decision.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I say.

Her shoulders drop just slightly.

Relief.

Not victory.

Not possession.

Just… relief.

“Okay,” she whispers.

I reach for my phone.

Type out a quick message.

To: Kane

Bring me a bag. I’m at the hospital with Isa. I’m staying.

Three dots appear immediately.

Then:

Kane:

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