Page 188 of Bad Prince

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Done.

I set the phone down.

Lean back in the chair.

Let the silence settle again.

Isa’s eyes start to drift closed.

“Hey,” she murmurs, half-asleep already.

“Yeah?”

“You’re a good guy, Tristan.”

I don’t answer that.

Because good guys don’t sit next to one girl?—

While thinking about another.

And I don’t know what that makes me yet.

But I know this much:

I made a choice.

And I’m going to stand by it.

Even if it costs me the one thing I never really got a chance to have.

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