Fatally Yours

Chapter 63

•INDIANA•

Three days had passed, each one dragging me deeper into an endless spiral of desperation. I had searched everywhere.

Every possible location Dominik could've been hiding—safe houses, warehouses, abandoned properties he once used as meeting points—but they all came up empty.

The silence was suffocating. No leads. No hope. And time was slipping through my fingers like sand in an hourglass. Hailey's voice haunted me, echoing in my mind, soft and afraid. I can't lose her.

And I won't.

I sat alone on my balcony, my gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped lower into the earth, painting the sky in streaks of blood orange and fading purple. The city felt so still, so far removed from my reality.

The ache in my chest was unbearable as I clutched my knees to my chest, trying to force my mind to think clearly for the first time in days.

I need to find a way—any way.

And then it hit me. 

The thought dropped like a weight in my chest, jolting me upright. 

Romania.

That's where Dominik is. 

I exhaled shakily as the pieces fell into place. Of course. If he was trying to lay low, he would've gone back to Romania. To the only place where he was truly untouchable—his grandparents' house.

That house was his sanctuary, his childhood haven, and his people would protect him at all costs. It was the one place where no one—not even me—could drag him out. 

The realization was both a curse and a lifeline.

If Dominik was there, it meant I still had a chance. A slim one. But it also meant I would have to face him again, and beg him to listen to me. Even if I had to fall to my knees and toss my pride aside, I would do it. 

I couldn't let my sister die. 

My body moved before my brain caught up. I flew off the chair, shoving the balcony door open and storming into my room.

I grabbed my duffel bag, frantically shoving clothes, my badge, and everything else I might need into it.

My hands shook as I zipped the bag shut and grabbed my phone, dialing Keith's number. 

He picked up on the third ring, his voice weary.

"Indie?" 

"I need you to do something for me," I said, breathing hard as I paced around my room. "Get us a jet—tonight. We're flying to Romania." 

"Romania?" Keith repeated, startled. "What's in Romania?" 

"Dominik," I replied sharply. "I think he's at his grandparents' house there. It's the only place he'd go to lay low. If we don't leave now, we won't have a shot at finding him before—" My voice broke, but I swallowed hard and forced the words out.

"Before it's too late." 

Keith didn't hesitate. "Alright, I'll make the call. Meet me at the airstrip in an hour." 

"Thank you," I said, already yanking on my jacket and grabbing my keys. 

I hung up, my mind spinning with a mixture of desperation and determination. It was risky—insanely risky—but I had no other choice.

This was my last shot. If Dominik wouldn't listen to me, if I couldn't convince him to help me save Hailey, I didn't know what I'd do. 

The clock was ticking. And I was running out of time.