Natalie~
"Who the hell are you?" Marcus hissed, his voice edged with both fury and caution. His dark eyes were fixed on Jacob, no longer dismissive but filled with a new, wary curiosity.
Jacob, standing with an air of effortless confidence, simply tilted his head and smirked. "That's none of your business," he said smoothly. "Now take your men and get the hell out of here before things get ugly."
Marcus let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You don't scare me, pretty boy," he sneered, rolling his shoulders as if preparing for a fight. "You think a little parlor trick is enough to make me run?" He turned to his men. "Take him down."
Another one of the brutes lunged.
But Jacob didn't move.
He didn't need to.
The moment the man's hand reached for him, Jacob raised a single finger and touched the attacker's arm.
The effect was instant.
