Anne was exactly where Jacob thought she would be. He watched her, as she stared at the water in the fountain, probably thinking about the ritual. At least that would be on his mind with the timing, because it wouldn’t be long. It wasn’t as though Titus was ever going to change. She must have felt her eyes on him because she stood, looking directly at him. “Jacob?” There was a hope in Anne’s voice he hated hearing. Before Titus’ decision to leave Jacob in the past they’d been friends. At least he’d have said they were, with the chance of them becoming something more. They moved at the same…