Page 317 of Bad Prince
She studies me for a second.
Then shifts her weight, adjusting on the crutches, moving closer.
“You didn’t come find me after,” she says.
Not accusing.
Just… stating.
I run a hand along the back of my neck.
“I figured you had people,” I say.
“Mm,” she hums.
A beat.
“I did.”
Her gaze holds mine.
“But I still noticed.”
Isa notices everything.
Silence stretches.
Not awkward.
Not yet.
Just—
loaded.
“You saw her,” she says.
There it is.
No buildup.
No pretending.
I don’t answer.
Don’t need to.
Her lips press together just slightly.
Then she nods once, like that confirms something for her.
“She played well,” Isa says.
Understatement of the year.
“Yeah,” I say quietly.
“She looked at you.”
