CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
The room is dark when Sarah wakes. Sitting up, she slides her hand across Peter's side of the bed. He isn't there. Her heart races and her chest tightens. Jumping from the bed, she searches the darkness with one hand on the wall and the other extended. Silence surrounds her, and coolness grips her skin as she waves her hand about.
Sarah strains her eyes as she looks around the room. “Bren?" She waves her hand, hitting more cool air.
Scuffling comes from across the room.
It stops.
A sniffle follows.
A small stream of fire encircles the room, lighting all the candles.
Peter stands in a corner. "Yea, I'm here." Putting a hand to the back of his neck, he grins at her.
Sarah sighs, grinning back. "How did the candles go out?" She looks around at them.
Peter’s grin g
