Page 27 of Pretty Little Death

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