Writer's pov

Thanatos' apartment.

Thanatos squeezed the paper in his hands and threw it across the living room, I grabbed the phone laying on the table and smashed it.

'Bloody bast*rd!" He growled. 'Sure enough, he's involved in this!"

Peter too a few steps away from him, he knew Thanatos wouldn't mind landing a punch on his face right now.

'How can he use such a cheap trick?"

Peter remained silent, Thanatos averted his gaze to him (Peter).

'What ...