Chapter 84: THIRD POV.
"This man right here," Jacob said, sounding completely unbothered by her reaction. He sat comfortably, looking out over the dark water as it reflected the first few stars of the evening.
He didn't feel the need to explain himself further. In his mind, he had already survived enough close calls to know that dulling his senses with alcohol was a luxury he couldn't afford just yet.
"You sure you're not gonna take even one sip?" Priscilla asked, tilting her head.
Before he could answer again, she took a long, deep chug of the ale from her own mug, wiped her mouth with the back of her furry hand, and let out a satisfied sigh.
"No," Jacob said once more. His voice was firm but not mean. He just didn't see the point in it.
"Don't tell me you think I poisoned it..." Priscilla mumbled, She squinted at him, her ears flicking back and forth as if she were trying to catch a lie in his expression.
