Listening, Jacob tried to read Lexie as she spoke. Whatever she said, she was still deeply wounded. He knew who was responsible and it boiled Jake's blood. That boy, Bacchus. Jacob only knew of him, but his little knowledge of the kid was enough. He was just that, a kid with no hope of ever becoming a man. His daughter could do so much better. Still, Jacob didn't say anything, not just yet. Berating him would only hurt Lexie, he knew her well enough to figure that much.
"So tell me what I don't," He urged softly, then forced his tone to a playful one, adding, "Just so I don't do that annoying dad thing and go kill him in his sleep or something." Or nominate him for the next round of invasive experiments, at least.