He hid a wince at her words. She was right, that Peter wasn’t much of one for lying; he respected her too much to try bullshitting her. Which was why he was going to have to explain Andrew soon. Him being with other people was not new to her. Him choosing one person and forsaking everyone else, especially her...
Her hand waved in front of his face and he nearly flinched. “I’m not trying to be,” he said, trying not to snap. What the fuck did she expect? He wanted to just fall apart right there, to hold tight to her and let it all come spilling out, how she’d died, and he’d nearly turned, how he’d come here and it had been so long and so much had changed. But he couldn’t let himself think about all that now. He had to take care of her; she didn’t know how dangerous it could be around here. So he shoved it all aside for now, ignoring her question.
He let go of her hand and reached up to take off one of his necklaces, the one with all the tiny charms and amulets hanging from it. He’d added his anti-possession amulet to the small collection ages ago. Peter looped it over Ginger’s head, gently pulling her hair out from under the fine chain. “Listen, keep this on you for now.” He picked up the anti-possession amulet where it lay against her breast, holding it up. “See this? It’ll protect you from demonic possession. Yes, that’s a thing here. We can get you one of your own back at the complex.”