"Has she lost her mind?" Rebecca murmured, tilting her head. "Living out here too long must have scrambled her brain. What is this reaction?"
Jacob's brow furrowed. He stared at me.
He was wearing a suit that cost more than this entire village. Three years had made him sharper, more polished, more handsome. And the way he looked down at me now, it was with the same expression a man might give something stuck to the bottom of his shoe. Contempt. Disgust.
Rebecca stood beside him with her arms crossed, a delicate smirk playing on her lips.
"Look how happy Marina is. Maybe she hasn't had enough fun out here yet."
"Jacob." She looped her arm through his, pressing close. "Don't you remember? Three years ago, Marina said all she wanted was a happy little family. And look at the one I picked out for her. A strong husband, a three-year-old son. Everything she ever dreamed of."
A flicker of cruel satisfaction danced in her eyes.
"When you think about it, Marina really ought to thank me."
Jacob patted the back of her hand, indulgent and warm. "Rebecca, honestly, nobody takes care of things quite like you do."