More grumbling could be heard on the padding near them before she finally decided to obey her older brother and close the window. Sonya moved next him, with both of her hands resting in her lap, peeking over his shoulder.
“Do you think any of them are coming for us?” she whispered near his ear.
The snow began again. But this time as a soft patter instead of its stormy plunder. Usually, it kept the group awake at night, although, tonight everyone lay unbothered, settled beneath their comfy blankets.
“Doubt it,” he huffed. “Sephora’s basically running a country. And Malina’s probably on an assignment in India.”
“I wasn’t talking about them,” she muttered, intertwining her fingers together. “I was talking about Karma,”
Artur rolled over on his back to search Sonya’s glassy stare. Her thin lips were barely visible, as her bottom teeth nervously chewed away at it.
“They’re people just like us, only with no sense of humanity.” He soothed. “Sonya, can I tell you something?” Sonya nodded slowly, pushing the rim of her glasses in place.
“Don’t be afraid of people. You are just as capable of stopping them, as they are hurting you.”