“C’mon, Bells! Nessie likes me, too,” he insisted. I froze. My breathing stopped. Behind me, I heard the lack of sound that was their anxious reaction. “What… did you call her?” Jacob took a step farther back, managing to look sheepish. “Well,” he mumbled, “that name you came up with is kind of a mouthful and—” “You nicknamed my daughter after the Loch Ness Monster?” I screeched. And then I lunged for his throat.
