Peter Gwen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"Thomas said you caught him. Who is he? Why is he doing this to me?" For a long moment, the only sound in the salon was the rhythmic, soft scraping of the cotton pad against his skin. Peter remained entirely still, his chest rising and falling beneath his wet white shirt, his gaze boring into the top of my head. "He is an operator," Peter finally said, his voice dropping into a dark, velvety octave that seemed to absorb the ambient light of the room. "An elite dark-web proxy specialist. He didn't possess the erratic, emotional psychology of an obsessed fan or an angry acquaintance, Phoebe. He was hired. He was executing a high-value contract."

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Gwen's POV I adjusted my car's rearview mirror as Christian's voice echoed through the speakerphone, repeating—for the third time—the details of the fake identity we'd built together. "Gwen Parker," my brother recited with exaggerated patience. "Digital marketing consultant specializing in rural tourism. Lombard School of Economics. Worked on campaigns for small businesses in Castoria and is now looking for new clients to build an independent portfolio." "I know, Christian," I sighed, swerving around a truck crawling up the narrow road at a glacial pace. "I know."

“Ms. Spencer, what if I told you I could get you out of that arrangement?” Xena’s eyes lit up at once, then quickly dimmed again. “Felix won’t let me go that easily. But thank you for the offer, Mr. Warren.” “No matter how capable Felix is, he’s nothing in my eyes.” Peter let out a dismissive snort. “I was fighting my way through the business world before he was even born. Why would I be afraid of him?” Xena bit her lip, still looking unconvinced. At that moment, Peter rose from his seat and walked over to her. He reached out and tilted her chin up, his eyes fixed on her.

"Peter is on his way here." Rowan almost laughed. Peter was Darien's beta, and he was a hulk of a man who was slightly taller than Rowan's six feet, but twice his width. If Darien thought he was going to be intimidated by him, Darien didn't really know what Rowan was capable of.

"Gwen, I've never seen you act this way before," began Paula. "You're becoming obsessed with this actor. He's just a man, not some kind of superhero. He's not even that good an actor. Why are you being so sophomoric?" "He's a very good actor!" asserted Gwen. "He's been in dozens of TV shows and movies. He's handsome, buff, famous, and talented. I can't wait to meet him and show him around town. People are going to be so jealous!"

A deep husky voice that I had come to associate with angry Luca sounded behind me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't know. We were friends so we were just catching up. Nice to meet you, I'm Peter Cavill” Peter stretched his hand towards Luca for a handshake. I looked up at Luca's impassive face to note his eyes darting to look at Peter's hand. “Name's Luca Ferraro. Remember it” He didn't take his hand. Wow. Peter smiled and withdrew his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Elena. I hope we can meet again before I leave”

Can’t fuck with me, either. Peter smiled woefully, as though a great tragedy had been revealed. “You are quite correct. Quite, quite correct. Such a shame. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be of some assistance to you.” He sat back in the chair, catching a streak of sunshine across the top of his silver hair. He snapped his fingers. “If I can’t increase your gifts, I can at least help you understand them better. Not myself — my talents don’t lie in that direction — but through a friend. He was in the same group as I, but he left to pursue his own path a long, long time ago. He settled in Gorgoth — that’s the city to the far east. He hid himself from the world and is a hard man to get hold of, b

“Hello Mr. Whalen. This is Sarah and this is Peter.” “Wonderful to meet you both.” Mr. Whalen swaggered and hooked his thumbs under his suit jacket’s lapels proudly. “I’m Grover Whalen, the president of this fine Fair’s commission. That’s right,” he confirmed when Peter gawked. “How are you enjoying my Fair?”

“Either way, it looks like you’ll be staying with us for a while longer yet.” “That man... The one with dark hair who was sitting at the end of the table. He knows who I am.” Ethan runs a hand over his full lips, then leans back in his chair. “Aye. I think so too.” “Who is he?” His expression darkens. “His name is Blake. He’s the most dangerous male in the Kingdom of Wolves, and he has the power to either help us, or destroy us. There’s a feast tonight. I’ll speak with him then. And I need you to come with me.”