JACOB POV
Genevieve and I were waiting outside our conference room, making sure all parties were accounted for before we took our place at the table- which would signify it was time to begin. This was my element. Well, maybe manual labor was more my element…but I had grown accustomed to keeping differing opinions on task, finding the common thread to a solution, and shutting down any bullsh!t in the negotiation ring.
However, this was different. This was devising a plan to keep her safe. The reason I breathed, the reason I existed could have been snatched away from me in the middle of the night with me none-the-wiser and I’m pretty sure my fury could set water aflame. Thank the Goddess, Thatcher taught me how to shield my emotions from Vie. She knew I was upset, but I think if she knew
