Page 269 of Bad Prince
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Strained.
My jaw tightens.
I look at Alonso.
“Wire funds.”
“How much?”
“Enough that she never has to clean another floor again.”
No hesitation.
He nods.
I turn back to the screens.
Back to Stella.
Another image loads.
Her laughing this time.
Head thrown back slightly.
Uncontrolled.
Alive.
Something in my chest?—
shifts.
Sharp.
Unfamiliar.
Dangerous.
“I should have answered,” I say quietly.
No one speaks.
Because there is no excuse.
Javier steps closer.
“We’ve arranged local security in Palo Alto. Discreet. She won’t be aware.”
Good.
She wouldn’t like that.
I can already tell.
Too proud.
