The grandma had spoken, and where dare Ryan Wesley disobey?
He turned back and fetched his bedding and pillow, laid it out at the foot of the girls' beds, and went to sleep.
The dead of night was silent, the night in Peachwater Village didn't seem any different from anywhere else.
Having changed location, Purple Summers thought she wouldn't be able to sleep. However, with Tiny by her side, she quickly fell asleep seemingly comforted by his presence.
In the middle of the night, she suddenly felt an unusual sensation, indescribable, as if... as if someone was watching her?
Purple Summers frowned in her rollover, thinking she was dreaming.
Ryan Wesley was also tossing and turning.
Sleeping on the floor was decidedly less comfortable than on a bed, even with thick bedding, the floor still felt hard and bumpy.
He was restless, wanting to get up and drink some water. He opened his eyes, still muzzy, and saw a pair of tiny feet, pale and slender, barely the size of a palm.