The bar was closed, nobody was in there. Jacob made his way to Harry's room and brought him downstairs to cook for him from his peaceful sleep. They switched on the lights in there and went into the kitchen to cook and find other snacks for Braelyn that she could eat.
“Jacob?” Harry spoke up.
Jacob looked at him while he was searching for a mug in which he could pour the blood to drink.
“How did you know that she is hungry?”, Harry inquired as it was so late in the night that she could have walked in here herself but Jacob was here instead of her from his room.
Jacob paused in his tracks as he shakily grinned. He forgot that Harry has no idea about their relationship. It's just that he doesn't know to cook human's food or else he would have done it himself than calling him for help.
