Immortal Ascendant (Jonathan Shade Book 11) by Gary Jonas

Author:Gary Jonas [Jonas, Gary]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: urban fantasy
Publisher: Denton & White
Published: 2018-05-13T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

According to Theodor, Himmler was the Führer these days. He didn’t look much like the old photos I’d seen of him. He looked tougher, stronger, and younger. He took off his glasses and tossed them on the table, while he rubbed at his eyes.

He leaned back in his chair, regarded Maria for a moment, then said something to her in German.

She shrugged. “It might be useful to speak in English so your other guests can understand.”

He grinned, and kept speaking in German instead.

Maria sighed and answered in German.

Esther stepped through the wall. “More damn Nazi bastards,” she said. “The short hood took your guns to a locker in another room.”

I nodded. My nose itched, so I tried to move to scratch it, but the handcuff chain jangled and Cole’s arm didn’t budge.

Himmler glared at me.

I bent, trying to get my nose to my hand. “Dude,” I whispered to Cole.

“Sorry,” he whispered, and moved his hand up so I could scratch the itch.

I met Himmler’s eyes, and shrugged.

He went back to conversing with Maria.

I leaned toward Cole. “What kind of workouts do you do?” I whispered.

“Shh,” Cole said.

“No, seriously. You’re strong as an ox.”

He kicked my ankle.

“Ow,” I said.

Himmler glared at me again.

I went to wave, but Cole’s arm wouldn’t budge, so my hand didn’t go up very high. I wiggled my fingers in a little half-wave, and Himmler frowned.

The tall guard aimed his machine gun at me, and asked Himmler something in German.

“Nein,” Himmler said. He said something after that, probably something like, “I’ve got this.”

He pushed his chair away from the table, and the legs scraped on the tile floor like fingernails on a blackboard.

I winced at the sound.

Himmler fumed as he walked toward me.

Maria said something to him in German, but he ignored her.

“Do you find me amusing?” he asked as he stood before me.

I shrugged. From the corner of my eye, I saw Kelly give her head a slight shake.

“Speak, American fool,” he said.

“I’m not John Cougar Mellencamp,” I said. “I like his music, though. That album had ‘Jack and Diane.’ Good song.”

Kelly rolled her eyes. “Shut up,” she said.

Cole kicked my ankle again.

“Cut it out,” I said.

Himmler shoved me against the wall. “You should not interrupt me.”

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t mean to. My nose itched, and being handcuffed makes it hard to scratch.”

His eyes glowed yellow and orange.

“I kill people for lesser offenses,” he said.

“That’s what the history books say,” I said.

“Stop beating your gums,” Esther said.

“This is my fire,” Himmler said, holding up his hand. Flames danced on his palm. “Would you like to feel it burn?”

“Not especially,” I said. “Look, dude, if you’ll have your goons unlock us, we can get out of your hair. Well, what’s left of your hair.”

He planted his flaming hand on my chest. My shirt smoldered, but it was magic fire, so I didn’t feel any pain.

His eyes widened. “What sorcery is this?” he asked, pulling his hand back. “Who are you?”

“My name is Jonathan.”

My shirt was on fire, so I tried to blow it out.

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