Sebastian~
"I'm listening," I muttered, forcing the words past my lips while keeping my eyes on Cassandra's face—no, Jacob's face. Stars, it was so unnerving. My mate's eyes stared back at me, full of mischief that didn't entirely belong to her. Her voice was the one I'd memorized, dreamed of, and would willingly bleed for—but the soul behind it was all Jacob. That smug, eternal wolf-spirit soul.
"Can you, uh… stop being her?" I added quickly, rubbing the back of my neck. "It's weird. I feel like I'm committing a crime just talking to you."
Jacob-as-Cassandra grinned. "Dramatic as always." But thankfully, he shimmered—like air folding inward—and the illusion melted away. The midnight hair turned tousled and wild again, the feminine grace shifted back to that easy, quiet confidence of a predator who didn't need to roar to be feared.
Jacob. Back to normal. Thank the gods.
"Better?" he asked, smirking.
