So the relationship between the two wasn't even as close as Peter had guessed. Why had Heat been in such an uproar last night, then? Maybe it was due to the fact that even if he hadn't known Roland well, he still understood whatever had caused the man to go into that frenzy. And it was something that Peter would never truly be able to wrap his head around.

Even though he didn't like the way that Heat phrased it, Peter realized that he had a point. Why would Roland have told him that he sometimes turned into a monstrous thing that had to eat other people in order to survive? Especially with the way Peter had confronted him about the very person he was now talking to, he could see why Roland had kept his own secret from him.

That didn't make it hurt any less.

Heat seemed to want to get rid of him already, but Peter wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily. There was one thing that still didn't add up. "You said that you have to eat your own kind... but Roland tried to bite me." He glanced down at his arm, looking at the strip of bandages that peeked out from under his sleeve. "I'm not a demon," he finished as he looked back to the other man. He was a mutated human, maybe, but that wasn't the same thing as a demon the last time he'd checked.