Page 482 of Bad Prince
No cushioning.
Very Jade.
I look out at the water.
At the cliffs.
At the pale sky.
Then I look back at her.
“Yes.”
Her face softens instantly.
“Good.”
That answer catches me off guard.
“Good?”
“Yes.” She steps closer, voice lower now. “Because he’s always been dangerous when he loved something and didn’t know how to hold it right. But when he finally decides to do it right?” A small smile. “He’ll move mountains.”
I think about the plane.
The dress.
The do-over.
The room.
The waiting.
The way he touched me like something holy.
My chest aches.
“Yeah,” I say quietly. “I noticed.”
Jade watches me for a second longer, then nods once like I have passed some test neither of us is going to mention again.
“Also,” she says, “you looked insane in that dress.”
I laugh, startled out of the tenderness.
“Thank you?”
“You’re welcome. He looked insane too, which was unfortunate for everyone else in attendance.”
That makes me laugh harder.
Then I say what’s been hovering at the back of my mind since last night.
“He brought me back there just to fix it.”
Jade’s expression gentles in a different way this time.
“I know.”
