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I stare at him. Grimm stares back.

“Did you just call me your mate?”

Chapter Nineteen

Did you just call me your mate?

Grimm's expression changes.

Just slightly.

But I see it.

Oh, Goddess. He did. He actually freaking did.

The ballroom suddenly feels too small.

Too loud.

Too hot.

Too full of people.

And Grimm is standing there.

My Grimm.

After weeks of nothing.

No explanation. No goodbye.

No Hey, Aggie, sorry I bit you during sex and then vanished off the face of the earth.

Not one freaking word!

I should be furious.

I am furious.

I'm also hurt. Confused. Humiliated. And just—Aghhhh!

There are approximately four thousand questions fighting for space in my brain.

Where have you been?

Why didn't you call?

What are you?

Why did you bite me?

Why hasn't the mark disappeared?

Why are you dressed like an actual prince?

Why did Wulfy tell me to be patient?

Why did you call me your mate?