"That you came at all is something. I was beginning to lose hope," he told her, reaching up to rub at his eyes. He felt as though he could sleep for years, though he doubted he would be able to. There was work to be done and he darkened at the thought of it and of Peter. "If that greedy little child would dare to hurt me, I could only guess what he'd done to you. For all I knew, he'd killed you both."