Chapter 105 : THIRD POV.
"I hope you can do me the courtesy of making that happen," he said before walking out and closing the door behind him.
He was probably heading downstairs right now to call the people they'd saved over to her quarters.
'For a weakling... he sure knows how to act tough from time to time,' Priscilla thought to herself, chuckling softly.
She raised a large, white-furred hand to adjust her hat, feeling the exact spots where his fingers had just been smoothing out the brim.
The more time she spent with this man, the more she found him more and more appealing to the eye.
It wasn't just about his looks, though his human form wasn't bad to look at. It was his strange, unbothered attitude.
Most men she encountered would either try to fight her to prove something, run away screaming, or grovel at her feet for mercy.
Jacob did none of those things. He treated her like a person, even while knowing exactly how dangerous she was.
