CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Figure it out. Fast.
What his father had said replayed in Niko’s mind the rest of the day and evening. He wanted to figure it out. Had to figure it out.
But he needed to see Isabel, so he had asked Jovan to clear his calendar and arrange for the helicopter to fly him to Sachestia in the morning. Niko hoped he awoke with a plan in place because he had no idea what he would do or say after he arrived.
That night, he tossed and turned, drifting in and out of sleep. Images of Isabel, two babies, his father, his mother, and Stefan collided into a half-awake, half-dreamlike state. The bed lurched as if someone had shaken the entire wooden frame or rammed into it in the dark.
Had Isabel returned on her own?
Hope mushroomed in his chest like a nuclear blast.
Niko bolted u
