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Thanks, universe.

Very subtle.

“Agatha—”

“No.”

I hold up a hand. I'm not even sure what I'm stopping.

Him?

Me?

The sudden urge to launch myself across the space between us?

All of the above.

Something warm and dangerous is trying to crawl out from beneath the anger. Something that feels suspiciously like the L-word.

Hell no.

We are shoving that bitch right back into her box.

I have enough problems. I do not need love piling on top of the shit show that is my life.

Especially not love for a man who apparently has a secret identity, a royal wardrobe, abandonment issues, biting tendencies, and the communication skills of a decorative rock.

“Agatha.”

He says it softly.

Oh, don't do that.

Don't say my name like you've missed it.

My eyes burn.

Fuck.

I am so not crying. This mascara is enchanted and cost me forty dollars.

“Give me a second.”

Grimm immediately goes quiet.

Of course, now he listens.

My magic is fizzing beneath my skin. My heart wants him. My brain wants an attorney. And somewhere in the middle is me.

Aggie Daniels.

Thirty-six.

Alchemy professor.

Former doormat.

Apparently current mate of...whatever the hell Grimm Palermo is.