Tyranny of Coins (The Judas Chronicles) (Volume 5) Paperback by Aiden James

Author:Aiden James [James, Aiden]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781495938412
Amazon: 1495938417
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-02-12T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Traveling with these goons was surreal—especially when Alistair and Amy bantered with Jevrem and Arso. Beatrice politely commented when our son and his fiancée drew her into the conversation. A conversation, I might add, involving the sightseeing trip the three thugs escorted my family on, while in another reality they were assisting Dracul in his attempts to end Roderick’s and my earthly existence.

“Where are you taking us?” Cedric blurted out, when the initial shallowness gave way to awkward silence. He was still hammered, though obviously aware of the dangerous turn our evening on the town had taken.

“Well... let’s just say we have been instructed to save you a trip to the Mátra Mountains,” said Arso, chuckling and nodding to his cohorts, as if this was some private joke. “I regret to inform you this will not be a scenic trip, as it might have been had you driven into the mountains tomorrow morning as planned. Besides, snow is in the forecast tonight.”

He motioned to wet flakes pelting the windshield. Arso sat in the front passenger seat, and Jevrem sat behind him, next to Amy and Alistair. Roderick and Cedric sat in front of Beatrice and me, as we sat in the very back of the vehicle damned near as big as our rented minivan. Gajo was the driver, reminiscent of when Roderick and I traveled with these guys to Dracul’s castle the past June. Fitting, since the guy rarely spoke.

“Who told you we were coming tomorrow?” I asked. “Krontos?”

“Why, of course,” said Arso, his warm tone slightly icier.

“I suppose we should be flattered he cared enough to send you guys to pick us up,” said Roderick. “Sounds like he’s anxious to see us.”

Words I might’ve offered in the past. Roderick’s subtle taunt brought a slight smile to my face… until I saw the latest dread in Beatrice’s eyes.

“Don’t flatter yourselves, yet,” said Jevrem, evenly. “Master has not been pleased by your disdain for his warnings.”

“Is that why he went to the trouble of eliminating the competition in Berlin?” I asked, cheerfully, adding a shit-eating grin I hoped these guys could detect in the car’s dimness. “And here I thought he ruled the world uncontested.”

“Watch your tongue, Judas!” Arso snapped. “Unless you want a less than cordial greeting when we arrive at our destination, you would be wise to shut the hell up!”

“Aren’t we touchy.” I chuckled while Beatrice tensed next to me. “By the way, has Krontos upgraded to a new swanky pad, or does he still prefer the medieval dinginess we last visited in… when was it again, Roderick?”

“Seventeen-ninety-six,” said Roderick, wearily. He hadn’t anticipated where I was going with this, but played along. “And, yes, Judas… we were on our way to visit Comte and Raccczis de St. Germain.”

“I’m impressed,” said Arso, snickering. “You both once knew the infamous St. Germain brothers? How clever.”

“Do you know how old your ‘master’ is?” I asked him, while everyone other than Roderick surely wondered what in the hell this thread had to do with anything pertinent to our present circumstances.

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