Page 150 of The Wolf Prince
“You literally couldn't show up as Grimm.”
“I couldn’t. Not until the full moon.”
My heart does a stupid little squeeze.
Well, shit.
That changes things.
Not everything. But things.
“So when I was sitting around thinking you were some mysterious asshole who only showed up when he felt like it…”
“I was probably sitting beside you, hoping you had chocolate and counting the seconds for you to pet me and tell me your secrets.”
I stare at him.
His mouth twitches again.
“You are an asshole.”
“I've been called worse.”
“By me?”
“I’m sure. Frequently, too.”
Okay. That's fair.
I look down at my hands.
“So, what's the rest?”
“The curse could only be broken when I found and claimed my true mate.”
My fingers go automatically to my shoulder.
The mark.
Grimm watches the movement.
“You bit me.”
“I claimed you,” he corrects me.
“You could've mentioned that before sinking your teeth into me.”
“I didn't intend to bite and run, Agatha. It couldn’t be helped,” he whispers and it sounds a lot like an apology.
“Are you saying that because you didn’t mean to bite me?”
“What? No! You’re my mate. I swear it.” He drags a hand through his hair, and for once Prince Perfect looks genuinely flustered. “My Wolf recognized you long before I allowed myself to understand what you were to us. That night, with you in my arms, my control...”
“Left the building?”
“Spectacularly.”
Despite myself, my mouth twitches.
