For all the worry that coursed through him, the way his mouth ran on trying to excuse and explain, it did not compare to his sense of obedience. As soon as Zariah’s hand came up, he was silent, not speaking, not moving, barely breathing. The look on her face worried him, but he didn’t let it show on his face, a blankness spreading over his features as he waited for her to speak.
No promises of exclusivity? That was simple enough. As far as Peter was concerned, his life really wasn’t his own anyway, never had been. Marriage and children had never been a part of his plan, but if it’s what he was told to do he would. The true weight of what Zariah had said hit him a moment later, his brows rising in quiet surprise. She was... allowing this?
”His name is Adam. Adam... Adam Pikely.” Peter hastened to reply, not wanting to jeopardize this unexpected allowance. He didn’t want to find out if this was a privilege that he could lose. ”Thank you Zariah.” There was true gratitude in his voice, shown doubly by the way he bowed as he answered.
PET
he is trying to tell you that there is some sort of shining star now buried deep inside him and he has to dig it out with a knife.
