Immortality Stolen (The Mortal One Series Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

certainly didn’t add to any love in the air.
    I spotted the hotel with all of its flags waving proudly in the wind and picked up my pace a bit. I shoved through the glass door and into the large foyer. As soon as I had both feet in the door, the smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies wafted through the air. It made me smile with a comforting feeling.
    I dropped my two bags in the middle of the lobby and walked over to the counter. I didn’t even bother with French this time. “I have a reservation.”
    The brown-haired man whose name pin read “Leuc” raised his eyebrows with an arrogance to show that he was shocked I couldn’t be bothered to even attempt to speak his language. He faked unintelligence for a moment.
    I sighed and pushed over ID. “The room is paid for already.”
    He typed a few things into the computer and suddenly he was willing to help. “Of course, Dylan. Welcome to our hotel. Can we send your bags to your room for you?”
    Oh, well this was different. Did Olivier have some kind of pull at the hotel that I was not aware of? I wanted to ask, but didn’t want to ruin the good thing I had going. “Sure,” I said, nodding to where I had dropped them.
    Leuc snapped at one of the bellhops at the door, pointed to the luggage, and yelled over a room number in French. Then he smiled in a charming way to me, though entirely too much teeth so I knew it was forced. “Is there anything else I may do for you?”
    “That will be it, merci ,” I said, grabbing the room key and walking towards the elevator.
     
    As soon as I got into the room, I walked into the bathroom. Ah yes, I remember these showers well. Within seconds, I stripped and stepped into the steaming shower with the amazing massaging shower heads. It was absolute heaven. After spending ten gross hours on a rumbling train across Europe, this is exactly what my body needed.
    I heard the door open and a quick announcement that my bags had arrived. I yelled a “ merci ” from the bathroom and listened for the door to close, which it did seconds later. Well, it wasn’t even ten in the morning and sunset wasn’t until about seven. Nico warned me that not all vampires rise at exactly sunset, though, so it could be several hours later than that.
    There was no way I could simply sit around the hotel room for the entire day. I was exhausted, but sleeping didn’t really seem like a priority at the moment. As my stomach grumbled, I realized that food was.
    My luggage was laid out nicely on a bench at the foot of the bed. I unzipped and pulled out jeans and a sweater. After getting dressed, it seemed like a good idea to get something to eat. If I remembered correctly, there was a bistro in the hotel, so I would start there.
    As soon as I made it out into the lobby, Leuc greeted me. “Dylan, hello.”
    “Hi,” I said, somewhat annoyed. Was he going to be up my ass the whole time I was here?
    “Is there something I can get for you?”
    I rolled my eyes. “I’m just going to get something at the bistro.”
    “Would you like us to send it up to your room?” He offered.
    What the hell? “No, I’m going to eat it in the bistro. Is that okay with you?”
    “Of course, mon cheri . We will bill it to your room.”
    I nodded and walked into the bistro. The woman at the counter spoke broken English, but it was enough for me to get a croissant with chicken salad and some bagged chips. We did a lot of pointing and laughing. Quite refreshing and the sandwich wasn’t bad, either. I watched the people bustle past the large glass window and wondered how the hell I was going to keep myself busy over the next few hours. I’d done the Eifel Tower earlier in the year and the crowds were obnoxious. Then I remembered I hadn’t gotten a chance to go over to the Museum of Modern Art or whatever it was technically called. After pulling out my map, I found that it was over in the Trocadero area.
    That was too far of a hike at five kilometers, so it looked