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He made her stronger. He made her whole.
And she was never letting him go.
CHAPTER 32
Grace stood in the middle of her apartment. She’d lived here for so long, had been through so much within these four walls.
And now she was leaving.
Moving in with her mate. A shiver of pleasure zipped through her.
In just a matter of weeks so much had changed. Her whole world had been tipped on its head, and she wouldn’t want it any other way. How could she? The man she’d thought of as her mortal enemy turned out to be the love of her life. She sure as hell hadn’t seen that one coming.
“So you’re really leaving?” Vince said, startling her.
He leaned against the doorframe to her apartment, an expression on his face she couldn’t read.
“Are you going to be okay?” Oden had dropped off the face of the earth. No one had heard from him or seen him since he’d handed Grace over to demons at that sick, twisted party. Not surprising. The knights were on to him, and she couldn’t imagine his demon friends had much love for him, either.
But she didn’t like leaving Vince on his own.
“Of course. I’ll be fine.”
He wouldn’t meet her eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“You’re leaving me,” he said simply.
“I’m not planning on disappearing off the face of the earth. I’ll be back so much you’ll get sick of me.”
His lips curled up on one side, but he looked kind of nervous, twitchy. “Sure, you will.”
Something was wrong. “Have you heard from Oden?”
He shook his head. “But you’ll know if I do, promise. You’re mated to a knight now, it’s like having my own personal bodyguards.”
Grace chuckled. “I wouldn’t let Chaos hear you say that.”
“And where is your mate tonight? Is he picking you up?”
Grace scooped the clothes from the last dresser drawer and shoved them into a bag. “Nope. He’s with his brothers. He has some things on his mind, so I thought I’d surprise him.”
She wanted to make Chaos happy, and she knew moving her stuff into his apartment would accomplish that.
After he’d been injured, Rocco had returned. Chaos had hoped his brother was back for good, but Rocco had taken off again. Chaos and his brothers were out looking for him, they wanted him home. Grace wasn’t so sure they’d be successful, Rocco wasn’t ready to come back, and that would devastate her mate.
So if moving all her worldly possessions into his apartment got her even a small smile, or that look that said his world hadn’t been right until she was back in his sights, she’d do it. She’d basically moved in already; the thought of spending even one night apart caused an ache behind her ribs. Over the last week most of her clothes had ended up there, but she knew he’d appreciate the gesture.
“I’ll miss you,” Vince said, eyes bright.
She walked over and pulled him into a hug. “If you get all sentimental on me, you’ll make me cry, and you know I hate crying.”
“I’ve only ever wanted the best for you, you know that, don’t you, Grace?” he rasped. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted, what I’ll always want.”
“Of course.” She lifted her head. “You saved me.”
His hands went to her shoulders and he squeezed. “That’s right…” He shook slightly. “I knew you were destined for bigger things. That one day you’d fight for a better future for all of us.”
“You do know I’ll come back,” she said, trying again to reassure him. Vince was family, but she’d never seen him this visibly upset. “Hey, I’ll even cover shifts if you need me to.”
