CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
A short while later, they stop at a dead end.
Sarah stares at the door, c*****g her head, and cuts her eyes up at him. “Isn’t this the door that knocked you on your a*s some days ago?” Arching an eyebrow, she holds her gaze on him and smirks.
Peter chuckles, looking at the floor, and nods several times. “I got it open.” Grinning, he chews his lip and cuts his eyes at her.
Sarah jerks her head to him. “What’s in there?” Her eyes widen.
Peter points to the door, taking a few steps. “Knock.” Still grinning, he points his chin at the door.
Sarah steps up to the door, looking back at him.
Peter nods, running a hand through his short spikes, and moves his eyes back and forth between her and the door.
Sarah puts up a fist. Letting her hand hover, she takes in a deep b
