There wasn't a lot of room left in my living room, but he bumped his back up to the counter that separated the larger room from the kitchen and curled his lip.
Adam gave him a considering look before turning his attention to the other wolf.
"Are you all right, Peter?" Adam asked.
I looked at the werewolf and saw that there was sweat gathering on his forehead and he'd closed his eyes and turned them away from the vampire, who was sprawled across his lap and fastened to his arm.
Judging from the difference between his reaction and Adam's, it might have been better to find a more dominant wolf to feed to Stefan.
Peter didn't answer, and Adam walked behind him so he could put a hand on the skin of his neck.
Almost immediately I could see the impact of that touch as Peter relaxed against his Alpha with a sigh of relief.
"I'm sorry," Adam said.
"If there'd been someone else ...
Ben should be here soon." There had been Darryl, who was staring at his shoes.
Adam's remark hadn't been pointed, but Darryl looked like he'd been slapped.
Peter shook his head.
"No problem.
It was bad for a minute, though.
I thought it was supposed to be a myth that vampires could trap your mind." That was one of the problems with the vamps.
Like the fae, there was so much misinformation out there it was hard to sift truth from fact.
"He's not himself," I found myself saying.
"He wouldn't do it on purpose." I wasn't entirely sure that was truthful, but it sounded good.
He'd taken me over once.
It had all worked out just fine, but I'd rather it never happened again.
My mother looked at me.
"Do you have orange juice or something else with sugar in it for the blood donors?" I should have thought of that.
I hopped over Stefan's legs so I could go to the kitchen and look.
Once my roommate had declared me completely unadventurous in my food choices, he'd taken over shopping.
I had no idea what he'd managed to stuff into the fridge.
I found a half-full bottle of low-pulp orange juice and poured two glasses.
I handed the first to Adam and held the second in front of Peter.
"Do you need help?" Peter gave me a half smile, shook his head, and took the glass, downing it in quick time and handing me back the glass.
"More?" "Not now," he said.
"Maybe when it's over." MOM AND I SAT ON THE COUCH, ADAM TOOK A CHAIR, and Darryl stayed where he was, pointedly not looking at the vampire.