Page 293 of Bad Prince
Font Size:
I lean back.
“Don’t,” I say.
He looks up.
“What?”
“Don’t go back and… stir things up with her.”
My voice is firm now.
Protective.
“She’s finally stable. Happy enough.”
A pause.
Then—
he smirks.
Slow.
Dangerous.
“We will see, Stella.”
I roll my eyes.
“Men.”
He sets the phone down.
Then—like it’s nothing—“You will have security here.”
I blink.
“What?”
“A bodyguard.”
I almost laugh.
“You’re joking.”
“I am not.”
“No,” I shake my head immediately. “Absolutely not. I don’t want that. I just want a normal life.”
His gaze sharpens.
“You are no longer in a position to have a normal life.”
“That’s not fair.”
“It is reality.”
I lean forward.
