Page 325 of Bad Prince
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And once I start?—
I don’t stop.
I tell him everything.
The game.
The look.
Isa.
The kiss.
The question I didn’t answer.
By the time I’m done, my chest feels tight.
Like I just ran a mile without moving.
Silence on the other end.
Then—
“Fuck, Vale.”
Leo exhales slow.
“You’re in deep.”
“No shit,” I mutter.
“You still want Stella?” he asks.
Straight.
No sugarcoating.
My jaw tightens.
“Yes.”
No hesitation.
“Then why are you with Isa?”
“I’m not—” I stop myself.
Because that’s not true.
Not really.
“I don’t know,” I say instead, dragging a hand through my hair. “She’s… there. She’s real. She chooses me. It’s easy.”
A beat.
“She makes sense.”
“And Stella doesn’t,” Leo finishes.
