Tempers were something Peter had learned to avoid, a fact that helped to relieve some of the worry that buzzed in the back of his mind. He would learn to impress the other members of his new family, the one, maybe two that there were. The only reference Peter had to go off was Zariah, and she... was difficult to read at best, but if he was quiet, and followed the rules, he would be fine. That was always how it had worked out before, wasn’t it?
Zariah’s short response and tone kept Peter from speaking again, not a sound passing between his lips as he followed her to his new home. He didn’t want to annoy her too quickly, give her any reason to be unhappy with him, or to regret her choice, not this soon.
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
