Since Grayson abandonedme with way too many pancakes, I stress-ate all of them.
Every last one.
It was criminal for a man who looked that good to be that skilled at making pancakes. He hadn't even used a recipe. I'd peeked enough while he was cooking to see that.
I hadn't realized things were so bad in the Shadow District. Or at least, in the demon royals' mansion.
If I'd known Grayson was fighting over and over every day...
Well, I would've gotten involved sooner.
Much, much sooner.
And killed people. More than a few of them, probably.
When I was done gorging myself on pancakes, I finally picked up my phone and sent Grayson a text.
Me
I'm heading back to my side of the city while I decide what to do
Grayson
Be careful
Me
Don't get yourself killed
Grayson
Can't, I have a fae queen to live for
Me
If that was sarcasm, I do not appreciate it
Grayson
I'd like to point out that mating with me would have benefits for you, too
My shadows help a little, but my touch helps a lot more
Me
I'm aware
Grayson
Callum said you only ever get one shot at the fate thing
Me
We do
Grayson
And most fae adore their soulmates
