Jacob made a beeline to the counter. This visit carried a more intense vibe than the others. One that made Princess scurry away.
I ended the call with Leo and greeted Jacob. “Hello, what can—”
He arrived at the counter, slamming down a stack of books. From our first encounter, he reminded me of a sneaky villain. Jacob’s build was tall and slim; his jet-black hair was slicked against his skull. The only thing that made him look less villainous was his bold yellow glasses. Today, his hair was ruffled, and his perfectly pressed shirt had wrinkles. A tiny bruise formed on his upper cheek. The villain had met his match. I wondered who.
“I want store credit for these books.” He adjusted the leather strap on his shoulder. Where he went, so did his satchel. “Also, I want books similar to Strang
