Page 270 of Bad Prince
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Too independent.
Too much like?—
Me.
A slow smile pulls at my mouth.
“She didn’t hesitate,” I say.
Alonso glances at me. “She contacted you directly.”
“Yes.”
No games.
No fear.
Just truth.
“She is strong,” I continue. “Decisive.” My chest tightens slightly. “I like that.” I step closer to the glass. Madrid glowing beneath me.
But my world—has shifted across an ocean. To California. To a girl who carries my name. My blood. My fire.“Mi hija…”
This time it’s quieter. Heavier. Real. “I’m coming.”
