Page 341 of Bad Prince

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Like he’s trying to figure out what I’m about to do.

I glance between them. Then back to him.

“Is there room for me?” I ask.

Polite. Casual. Intentional.

Isa’s fingers tighten slightly on his arm.

But she doesn’t move them.

“Sure,” she replies sweetly.

I don’t wait.

I pull out the chair and sit.

Close.

Not accidental.

My knee brushes his.

Then my foot slides forward.

Light.

Intentional.

Touches his.

Still.

His entire body reacts.

Subtle.

But I feel it.

“What the—” he mutters under his breath.

I don’t acknowledge it.

Just pick up a book from the table like I belong here.

“So,” I say, flipping a page, “what are we working on?”

“History,” Isa answers smoothly before he can.

Her tone is light.

But her eyes?

Watching me.

Carefully.

I nod slowly.

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