Opening the door, she peeks her head through. It leads to an underground set of horse stalls. There, Peter brushes Shadow. Sarah lets out a long sigh. She watches her breath float through the wind. Walking down the steps, she looks at Peter and smiles. He barely returns the favor with a lopsided smirk.
Walking over to him, she pets Shadow’s nose. “Why am I getting a rebuff?”
Peter doesn’t look at her. “You’re not.” His voice is flat.
A giggle bursts from her lips, and she stares at him, smirking. “Seems like it.” She sniffles, looking past Shadow at the low hanging lantern.
Peter grabs her right hand, talking low, and glances at the door. “Do you realize what an opportunity you gave us? We could leave right now and be far away before they realize.” He stares at her, bouncing back and f
