Chapter 29: Nicolae/Djordji“Where is it?” Nicolae growled. He tore open each cupboard and chest of drawers, tossing trousers, shirts, and waistcoats to the floor in a desperate effort to find the handkerchief he’d taken from the gadje’s bedroom that night years before, but the damned thing was missing. He had to find it. It had taken longer than he’d expected to get the girl to obey his orders, and only the threat of making her pregnant had persuaded her to do as he’d commanded. And now that she finally had…
He ground his teeth. The charm wouldn’t work without it.
“Were you looking for something, Tatăl?”
Nicolae started—he’d been positive he was alone in the caravan—then turned to glare at the boy.
“Tatăl?”
“How many times have I told you not to call me father?”
The boy rolled his ey
