The Ninth Time He Left
I leaned against the cold brick wall, my hand trembling as I pulled my phone from my pocket and called my assistant, Maria, to come get me.
The ninth time.
I thought back to the ridiculous bet Julia had proposed a year ago. "Nine choices, Leona. Let's see who Isak really picks. The loser walks."
The first time was at my mother's funeral. A rival family crashed the service and opened fire. Isak dove to shield Julia without a second thought.
The second time was at his succession ceremony. A bomb went off, and his first instinct was, again, to protect Julia.
The third, fourth, fifth time…
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