“Why is that?” John asked, suspicion in his voice.
Nico couldn’t blame him. He shrugged, hoping the man wouldn’t press him. “I’ve known Piter a very long time. His tricks no longer work on me.”
John shifted restlessly, picking his son up when Andy tugged on his pants leg. “What exactly does he do?”
Nico shook his head. “It’s hard to explain. Piter has a strong will and can somehow focus his thoughts, push into someone’s mind, leaving suggestions. He can’t control you, but very close.”
“Shit,” John whispered and held his son tighter until Andy wiggled in protest. Nico watched them helplessly until Jamie once again took charge.
“We’re staying, John. I’ll put on water for tea, and how about a hot chocolate, Andy?”
The boy’s smile was brilliant. “Can I, Dad?”