The End of Days by A.E. Watson

Author:A.E. Watson [Watson, A.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction, Religious, Christian, Action & Adventure, Romance, Contemporary, Religion & Spirituality
Amazon: B01A9YLIPC
Published: 2016-01-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The inn isn’t picturesque, but it’s also not a heap made mostly of stone and mud like I suspected it would be. The floors and walls and furniture are all wooden. It smells heavily of food and sin and ale. The ceilings are lower than ours in the modern world and doorways are tiny, even for me. But nothing is filthy—it just doesn't have the same sort of cleanliness we used to enjoy before Lucifer ruined everything. The one thing I don't like is the smoke in the air. The ventilation for the fire is poor, making the air gray and hazy.

In fact, everyone seems a bit gray and hazy.

The innkeeper’s wife is old and haggard and missing teeth, but she looks better than the men. Her eyes travel up and down my body, clearly confused by what I’m wearing.

“My lady requires some clothing. Perhaps a dress.” Constantine smiles. “We were robbed by highwaymen.”

“Been especially bad, they have.” The woman nods blankly, no doubt due to being told rather than being asked. She slides an ancient-looking key across the wooden desk at him. There’s a symbol cut into the key. “Enjoy your stay, my lord.” She speaks softly, still mesmerized by him.

We both look ridiculous, compared to the people in the tavern that’s attached to the inn. Everyone is dressed like this is a medieval festival. There’s too much chatter and laughter and spilling of food and drink for it to be modern times though.

Constantine takes my hand in his again and walks to a small doorway with a narrow set of stairs for us to climb. “The style of the building is Bavarian. It’s actually a charming inn, for the times.”

“It’s nicer than I thought it would be. I assumed we’d be staying in a hovel.”

“My God.” He shakes his head and sighs.

“What?”

He pauses and turns, tilting his head. “You really thought I would bring you to a hovel?”

“I didn't know there were other options. We don't have things as old as this in the US. Well, we do but they belong to the Natives. I don't even know what year it is.”

He scowls and turns again. “I will say, it’s different here than the last time. There’s more than when I was here before in this time.”

“Probably because of the evil I should have taken. This place is filled with nastiness. I can taste it in the air.” My mouth waters as I imagine the meal. “Even the lady at the front desk, or whatever it’s called, she was evil.”

Ignoring me, he walks us down a long hall with sconces lit along the way. The constant smell of candles, flames, and ash is too much. The air is thin and the stench is giving me a bit of a headache.

Constantine inserts the key and opens a small door leading to a little room. Everything is tiny. The bed might be a double, might. At least I don't sleep so it won’t get awkward lying next to him.

Not that it could actually get much more awkward than it already is.

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