“Don’t talk about my soulmate like that,” I clipped. “And I took Grem to the vet. He’s a hundred percent healthy, even though he’s a little underweight.” Trace’s mouth twisted into a grin. “Soulmate, huh? Fits. You did leave claw marks on my shoulder.” I gaped at him. “I didn’t.” He only grinned wider. “You did. Don’t worry, I wear your marks with pride.”
