Freaks: Dirty Nasty Freaks (Book 3)

Peter’s face, usually a deep tan from so much time spent outside running errands for Sam, was ashen. “Listen, Sera—” Oh, for fuck’s sake, Peter. He made fists out of his hands and slammed them into the wall behind him, releasing a strained, jagged groan that echoed around the kitchen. “Fuuuuuuu—” He didn’t complete the curse word. Where the lord and lady of the manor were waited on hand and foot. The mother had taken some convincing, but in the end she’d taken it.