The air in the bedroom was thick with the smell of wet wool and impending doom. But it was also hot and comfortable. The nightdress which clung to Moon only moments ago was already drying at a fast pace.
Instead of feeling relief, she was feeling more uncomfortable and that was mostly because of one old man! Peter stood over Moon, his eyes scanning her face like a vulture looking for a soft spot in a carcass. He wasn't a fool; he'd spent decades sniffing out lies while living in hiding long before the world ended. He was the conman that conned con men.
"You're lying, Moon," Peter said, his voice dangerously low. "I can smell the hesitation on you. It's pungent. You know what happens to people that make me lose my temper."
Moon shuddered, wrapping her arms around her chest. The nightgown was so flimsy that it left her feeling naked in more ways than one. "I'm not! I swear! Peter, I've told you everything. Why would I lie to you now?"
