He didn't deny it...he didn't disagree with anything Johnny had described and while that could be seen as plausible deniability, it was stone cold proof to the vampire.
It was the same Jacob.
His Jacob: the man who had turned his perspective around, the man who had completely changed Johnny's life, the man who Johnny saw as his angel, his moral compass, the man he loved so completely...he was dead. He had slipped through the vampire's fingers and, despite every fiber of his being wishing for the man's safety, he had died.
This man had killed him.
His hand clenched tightly and black-painted nails bit into the skin of his palm. He had to stay calm...Jacob wouldn't want him to rip this man's head from his shoulders like every part of him wanted, right?
He wouldn't know now, would he? Because Jacob wasn't there anymore. He was gone.
In a flash, he was on his feet and his hands were curled into the fabric of Ben's shirt, gold eyes flashing and fangs purposefully bared for the human to see. "Why?"
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It was the same Jacob.
His Jacob: the man who had turned his perspective around, the man who had completely changed Johnny's life, the man who Johnny saw as his angel, his moral compass, the man he loved so completely...he was dead. He had slipped through the vampire's fingers and, despite every fiber of his being wishing for the man's safety, he had died.
This man had killed him.
His hand clenched tightly and black-painted nails bit into the skin of his palm. He had to stay calm...Jacob wouldn't want him to rip this man's head from his shoulders like every part of him wanted, right?
He wouldn't know now, would he? Because Jacob wasn't there anymore. He was gone.
In a flash, he was on his feet and his hands were curled into the fabric of Ben's shirt, gold eyes flashing and fangs purposefully bared for the human to see. "Why?"