As the sun rose, everyone got up and began their day, including Iris who seemed to be quite happy for some reason.
Peter tried to keep the same thought, but it was difficult when he was starting to see Iris as a different person, an evil one perhaps.
Maybe she shouldn’t have told him.
He was possibly being paranoid since she was technically an Ike.
But she was in Hemor and her story sounded entirely believable. But he also needed to learn the fact that the Ikes were going to throw anything that could affect the Heathers.
Both sides seemed true, but he was quite aware he should listen to his brother.
Mainly because he was his brother.
He was always there for him like Xavier, and he was older. So why not agree with him, at least he knew what was best for him.
He continued to eat the stew that he sickened against, but was starting to actually enjoy it. It had a very full taste with plenty of flavor, and it wasn’t a surprise because Caville made it.