Chapter 13
Rusalka Inn, Somewhere in Romania
Elena dreamed about plunging airplanes and plunging negligee necklines until she hit her head on the roof of their rented Dacia. Alex drove through a dark tunnel on a brick road full of potholes. That woke her. “Ow!”
“You all right?” They hit another, and she banged her head again—rocks scattering against the broken stone walls. The pain was enough to guarantee her a major headache later on.
“No, I’m not. I think I just got a concussion.”
The tunnel opened onto a cobblestone road in front of a rustic pine lodge. A hand-painted wooden sign, Rusalka, had small engravings of wood nymphs hanging over the door. A perfect name for the forest setting that covered the landscape and hid the base of the Carpathian Mountains.
Alex stopped the car in
