Page 160 of The Wolf Prince
“Yes, why? You barely know me.”
“I know you better than you think.”
Right. Wolf.
That’s cheating.
Grimm rises and takes my hands, drawing me to my feet.
“You want to know why?”
“That would be helpful.”
“Because from the very first moment that I saw you, I fell in love with you.”
My brain promptly crashes. He keeps talking, which seems unfair when I'm no longer capable of processing language.
“You're extraordinary, Agatha. Don’t you know that?”
“I once set my own sleeve on fire demonstrating a heat transference spell. Plus, I’m a coward. I literally hid in my basement to avoid confrontation. That doesn't exactly scream extraordinary.”
His smile is so tender it hurts.
“You have no idea, do you? Agatha, you’re not a coward. You are the bravest Witch I have ever known. Even when you're frightened, especially then,” he adds.
“Grimm—”
“No, it’s my turn now. My turn to tell you how special you are, my beautiful mate. You are amazing. Resilient without becoming hard. Kind without losing your grit. You’re brilliant. Gifted. Smart. You look for something good in everyone, even when they don't deserve it.”
I swallow.
“You bring light with you.”
“Grimm—”
“Magic. Wonder. Chaos.”
“Hey.”
“And more chocolate than any person should reasonably carry.”
“Emergency chocolate is a thing.”
“I know that now, my love.”
His thumbs brush over my knuckles.
“You talk to animals as if they understand every word.”
“You did.”
“That’s right, I did.”
“Grimm, be serious.”
“I am being serious,” he says and drops a fast kiss on my lips.
Goddess, that was too short.
