Peter looked at Moon. She wasn't smiling anymore. Her expression was cold, clinical, and utterly bored. "You bitch," he growled out as hard as he could. He had known that she could not be trusted, but he had been cornered and too afraid to confront the fire army personally. But still, he had been holding on to the hope that they had a mutual understanding.
As it turned out, a woman that could betray his son for him, could betray him for another man. The big red hickey on her throat was evidence of whose bed she had been rolling around in.
