Peter set down the bowl he had been preparing and stuck the ice cream back in the freezer. Somewhere between the mention of Darla and the break in Cordelia's voice, he'd lost his appetite. Oh, well.
"We will, Cord," he said, not letting his voice hint at anything but confidence. He wasn't going to accept anything less. He wouldn't let that vampire bitch subject Kathy to the things she'd done to him. "We'll get her back."
The question he posed to her next was quiet, sent on a private mental thread. You sure you don't want me to come along?
Not that he didn't trust Logan, or her connection to him. But Peter could feel the concern, the anger, and even the touch of fear that she was keeping locked inside.