Sophia’s POV

I headed inside to where he was. Jacob was muttering a couple of nonsense words, like ordering Henry to run some errands for the council. My annoyance with him earlier quickly dissipated, seeing how silly he looked right now.

“You almost let her touch you, you dimwit.” I pouted, and he suddenly got up and held his head.

“Baby, I didn’t. But I honestly thought it was you. She smelled like you. Although my gut told me not to trust it. I want to push her away, but that would mean touching her so..” he explained as if he were just caught cheating. I suddenly remembered holding Dexter’s...