*Isabella's POV*
We snapped apart like we'd been electrocuted, the intimate bubble he'd just created bursting in an instant. We both turned to the door, and there he was. Jacob. Leaning against the doorframe like he owned the f*****g place. But there was a slight glare on his face, a darkness in his eyes that was aimed right at Damien. It was there and gone in a flash, masked by a cool, neutral expression, but I saw it. What the hell was that? Was he angry? Jealous? The thought sent a jolt of something—fear, maybe, or a sick thrill—right through me.
"I hate to interrupt you guys," he said, his voice tight, strained. "When you're done, let's talk in the living room." He didn't wait for an answer, just turned to leave, his movements stiff and abrupt.
"Wait, Jacob," I called out, my voice
