Peter shook his head. "I'm ready. And I think I'd be able to beat you." He sent her a wide, happy, sweet, trusting smile that would make anyone want to protect him, and then moved up to the front of the room.
Cole raised an eyebrow at the woman in front of her and moved back into his corner. He really hoped that no one would try to talk to him. He was already feeling sorry for the boy, and he couldn't have that. This was his chance to kill, to destroy. He couldn't have feelings messing that up. Running a hand through his hair, he watched the woman through narrowed eyes. She seemed familiar, somehow, and he felt as though he knew her. Shaking those thoughts away, he turned to watch Peter talking to more people, breaking out his innocent charm and wit.