We headed out to Gray’s truck. He walked more carefully, so he didn’t step on any flowers. He helped me up into the seat and ran around to his side. Soon, we were on the way home.
“Do you think she was going to say Grace was his Solus Amor?” I asked.
“What makes you think that?”
“The fae wouldn’t get involved. The werewolves sided with the vampires. He called her his flower. Like Victor calls me his princess. What if Grace Aimes was Grigori’s Solus Amor? All supernaturals seem to have a mate bond of some sort.” I speculated.
“Except witches. They’re like humans. They find their loves like humans do.” Gray said.
“It makes sense, but how could he tell? Victor couldn’t tell with me, but you could. So I don’t know what the difference is that he couldn’t tell. He said he thought I mig
