"Oh, yeah. Just fucking peachy. There's only like a million things where it works out best for everyone if no one knows," Peter said with a rather frustrated eyeroll. Yeah, this is his not-a-happy-camper face. "This is pretty much the worst fucking place to run away to."

There had been a day there where he'd started to think that maybe it wasn't so bad. No hunters, as far as he could tell. No town that still whispered words like werewolf and killer behind his back. He didn't have Letha, and that loss was a hole deep in his heart, but... There was Roman. Even if he still hadn't figured out exactly how he felt about that. Whether that made it better, or if it was worse, a terror that would eat him from the inside like the sense of dread he woke from with those dreams they shared.

"I don't suppose there's a way to avoid this shit?"