Page 93 of The Wolf Prince

I forget my address.

I might forget my own name.

“Agatha.”

Right. That’s the one.

“Left,” I gasp. “Second door on the left.”

Somehow, we make it. He lowers me beside the bed.

And then...

Nothing.

I blink.

Grimm is standing in front of me.

Staring.

His chest rises and falls.

Those strange eyes are glowing again. Not too brightly. Just enough to make my pulse flutter.

“Why did you stop?”

“I need to look at you.”

Oh.

Well.

That's—

Okay.

My confidence immediately decides to leave the building.

I glance down at myself. Hair probably destroyed. Lipstick definitely gone. Dress rumpled.

And suddenly I'm painfully aware that beneath it is the body of a thirty-six-year-old woman who enjoys chocolate soufflé and has never once mistaken cardio for a personality trait.

My hands go to my stomach.

Grimm catches them.

“No.”

I look up.

“No?”

“Don't hide from me.”

“I'm not hiding.”

That eyebrow rises.