Mattie seriously considered spitting in Jacob's face when he told her to stop, simply because she thought she had every right to continue. But she hushed down again after swatting his hand away, although she was still sizzling with rage. She observed the interaction between Morrighan and Jacob with relative quiet, except for a dog-like growl at the words "upcoming demise." She'd make the bitch regret that––

No, Mattie, no. Mentally reeling, she managed to once again restrain herself. 

But in spite of her sparkling clean record this time, the situation still managed to get weirder. She knew she might as well just accept it, but––but after three years of relative normality, it was just so hard! Mattie looked at Morrighan's extended hand through narrowed eyes. What was she going to do, walk them across the street? No. It'd probably be some sort of terrifying bizarre magic. (Hah, magic.)

But it was clear, there was no other alternative. If she ever wanted to see Nick again, she'd have to just shut up and listen. She huffed softly and took the demon's hand.