The Vampire Ruler stalked towards Angeline as if he possessed her, and the air was difficult to breathe in, whereas she leaned against the cold divider in shackles and with a grin on her lips.
He rubbed her tummy and she gasped a bit, surprised by his audacity.
"What do you think you're doing?" Jacob frowned and dashed a dagger look at Mallory. He didn't swagger. The king's face and a hard immortal body like that, he had every right to do so and smiled broadly as if satisfied with whatever he found out as he blocked his connection with her, but Jacob, like a gust of wind, took the king's hand off his wife's tummy.
"I'm assessing that everything's fine with the princess," Mallory explained.
"King or not, I detest you with contempt touching my wife like that," Jacob retorted with dislike all over his face. "That's an impertinence."
"It was an inviting assessment to discover the babes' condition."
