CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
Thyra drifts through the c***k beneath the chamber door, reforming in front of the bed. She takes Peter from her pocket. Opening both jars, she whispers, pouring Peter into Sarah's.
Peter’s small frame tumbles from the lip of his jar, rolling across the bottom of Sarah’s. He grunts and growls as he comes to a stop in the middle of the jar. Rolling onto his hands and knees, he shakes his head a bit, gaining some composure. Leaning back, he sits there on his feet, looking out the glass in front of him.
Putting her face to the glass, Thyra looks at them and smiles. “Have fun you two. You deserve this." She giggles, winking, and disappears.
Sarah sighs hard. Throwing her arms around Peter, she almost knocks him over and buries her face in his shoulder.
Peter holds his ar
