Chapter 18
On the Road to Dkany, Romania
The rented Dacia waited in front of the inn.
Alex bumped Elena’s trolley down the wooden steps, carrying his backpack on his shoulders. Tony followed, glancing around at the inn’s employees and guests. Their tight lips and angry postures emphasized they wanted them out—now. They reminded Elena of the old Frankenstein movies, and who could blame them? Christian’s father stood in front, his eyes red, his lips tight, and his heartbroken. He’d never be the same. Never.
“Elena, you and Alex sit in the back,” Tony said as he slid in the driver’s seat. Alex held the door for her, and they got in.
“Well,” she said, “the Rusalka is one place we can’t go back to.” A shiver rattled her spine.
Tony and Alex looked at her.
“Yeah. We make some exit, don’t
