Watching Peter writhe caught between his first pleasure and the horror of it all, was one of those sights. I faced him, smiling, calm, eyes blank and close to bored. How dare he involve some innocent woman in his cover story! Or--and this was a very strange thought--was Edward/Ted r Are you saying that we haven't seen the worst of it? If what is doing the killings is just a minion, and the master isn't up and around yet, then yeah, I'm saying the worst is yet to come.
I could feel the muscles in his legs pushing, working. He was wearing one of those short-sleeved shirts with little pockets on the front. We are all just children at heart, hoping Dad or Mom likes the present picked out. Edward had given me a choice: either he and I could draw down on each other and find out once and for all which of us was better, or I could owe him a favor.