Page 398 of Bad Prince
One from my mother in all caps and three too many exclamation points.
And one from Tristan.
My pulse kicks so hard it almost hurts.
I open it.
I watched the livestream.
You were unreal.
That last kill? Jesus, Stells.
Miss you.
My eyes lock on those last two words.
Miss you.
Notnice game.
Notgood job.
Not some careful version of support he can walk back later.
Miss you.
Warmth rolls through me, slow and deep and completely unfair after everything my body just survived.
A second bubble appears.
That was vicious.
I loved every second of it.
I laugh out loud before I can stop myself.
I type back, thumbs unsteady from adrenaline and something worse.
You picked a good night to miss me.
The typing dots appear almost immediately.
That’s becoming a serious problem for me.
I stare at the screen, sweaty and breathless and smiling like I have no sense.
Then I tuck the phone against my chest for one stupid, private second and close my eyes. Am I falling in love? or have I already been there this whole time?
