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Oh, he's enjoying this. Asshole.

Sexy, growly, chocolate-stealing asshole.

“But if Williams touches you again, my Enchantress, I won't be responsible for what happens to him.”

My Enchantress.

That's nice. And apparently my body likes that, too. Good to know.

“Is that jealousy I'm hearing, Your Highness?”

His eyes flash.

“No.”

I lift an eyebrow.

“No?”

“Jealousy would imply uncertainty.” He steps closer. “There is nothing uncertain about the way I feel about you.”

Oh. Well.

How the hell am I supposed to work with that?

“You threatened to turn him into a rug.”

“He put his hands on my mate.”

His voice drops on the last word.

My mate.

Another freaking throb. This is getting ridiculous.

“And for the record,” I say, because somebody here needs to maintain a grip on reality, “I handled that cat just fine.”

“You did.”

That pride again. Only this time, Grimm's gaze moves slowly over me as he says it. Not my dress.

Me.

Like watching me find my backbone did something for him.

Which, naturally, does something for me.

His eyes glow gold.

“And I found it incredibly arousing.”

My lips part.

“Grimm.”

“Agatha.”

“You can't say things like that when I'm trying to be angry with you.”