CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A storm is blowing in? Sarah’s chest tightens. Lamia has found them.
Sarah looks at Peter, wide-eyed and mouth gaping. “Peter, could it be her?” She swallows, but her mouth has gone dry.
Peter looks at her, shaking his head. “No, she can’t be here. There’s no way she found us already. Not to mention we are way off path to Prora now.” He throws out a hand towards the window, looking outside at the swirling snow passing in waves.
Sarah walks to the window, staring into the distance as the black abyss becomes an endless white sheet. “I don’t know, Peter. This is how she appeared to me before.” She turns around, glancing around the room, and puts a hand to her head.
Boris sits tall and looks at Peter. “Who?” He stands from the table and looks between the two of them.
Pete
