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My voice sounds surprisingly calm considering the circumstances.

“You definitely bit me.”

“Agatha.”

I've never heard my name sound like that before. I manage a weak smile.

“Should I be concerned that I'm starting to think it's complicated is going to come up again?”

He doesn't smile.

Uh-oh.

All that lovely post-sex warmth suddenly has company. A cold little knot forms in my stomach.

“Grimm?”

His hand rises toward the mark. Stops before touching it. And for the first time since meeting this powerful, maddening, impossible man...

Grimm Palermo looks afraid.

And I have no idea what to do with that.

Chapter Twelve

I wake up the next morning in a tangle of sheets and half memories.

For approximately three glorious seconds, I don't remember anything.

Then I roll over.

Cold sheets.

Empty pillow.

No Grimm.

And everything comes rushing back.

Dinner.

Chocolate soufflé.

The limo.

Glowing eyes.

Magic.

Grimm carrying me into my house like I weigh nothing.

The sex.

Oh Goddess, the sex.

And—

The bite.