*Isabella's POV*
"Right," Jacob muttered, dragging a hand through his hair with that careless sigh he did when he was done thinking. "But did you talk to him?" I asked, my voice trembling even though I tried to sound casual. "I mean, how the hell is this supposed to work, Jacob?"
He looked at me then, eyes dark and unreadable. "He knows. Don't worry about it," he said simply—but there was something dangerous, something unspoken, in his tone. My stomach twisted with unease, but before I could push further, his gaze swept over me, slow and deliberate, reminding me exactly how little I was wearing. The damn towel suddenly felt like it weighed a ton.
"I'm thirsty," he said, lips curving into a smirk. "Let's go downstairs."
I nodded mutely, and we made our way down the hall and stairs, the
