The set in his jaw and the vacancy in his eyes told that he'd been thinking of something quite different. But when she spoke, Peter looked down at her, his eyes softening, and his arm wrapping behind her shoulders, pulling her close to him.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I should have tried to get in touch with you sooner." I just couldn't. "I didn't meant to worry you."
Someone always wanted to be the bigger fish. But if Peter ever saw that bitch again, he was going straight for her heart. Before she could throw enough magic at him to screw up his abilities.