Iris was trying to take a breath as Peter instructed, but she looked at him at once as if he was crazy and as if he was the only person who wasn't. She stopped retreating, since it did no good, stopped dead where she was standing and then--well, stopped moving altogether. She was forcing herself to keep the panic at bay with hard breaths that she took at the last possible second. It wasn't much helping.
She knew what John meant when he said "arranged" but she was damn sure not going to ask for clarification. Horrified but speechless with it, she said nothing following his confession.
The wide gray eyes flashed from John to Cole. "What are you supposed to trust us to do?!"