Prophecy. An ARKANE thriller. (Book 2) by J.F. Penn

Author:J.F. Penn [Penn, J.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: The Creative Penn Ltd
Published: 2011-12-27T11:00:00+00:00

Kutna Hora, Sedlec, Czech Republic. 2.03am

The night chill hung like mist in the air as Natasha El-Behery stepped through the monastery gate, pulling the elegant cashmere shawl closer about her as she wheeled the heavy suitcase towards the church. She shivered, but tonight she was dressed to make an impression and a little cold wouldn’t put her off.

The old Capuchin monk had delivered the Devil’s Bible and had been eager for his reward, his only wish to finally meet his dark Lord. But Natasha was unwilling to share the glory of finding it with anyone, so she had taken him up in the helicopter with her and then pushed him out into the darkness of the Tyrrhenian Sea. She smiled as she remembered the utter surprise on his face as he fell into the darkness. Her smile spread as she thought of the reward she alone would surely receive tonight. Her shawl was a modest outer layer that could be shed quickly, given the opportunity. She was certain Milan would appreciate his gift enough that she would get to show him what was underneath. Her dress was tight, scarlet satin, smooth to the touch, hugging her curves while spike heels lengthened her legs. Tonight she had left her hair down, copper locks soft around her face for her encounters with Milan always left her wanting more. There had been some rumors of what he had done to other women, but she could cope with a man like him, since her own passions also ran a little crooked.

Her heels clicked on the stone path as she walked towards the church, resolute in her mission. A light could be seen through the window but the door to the Gothic church was closed. Natasha knew Sedlec had originally been a monastery. In the thirteenth century, the abbot had journeyed to the Holy Land, returning with earth from Golgotha that he had scattered on the land surrounding the church. The cemetery thus became a desirable place to be buried. Forty thousand bodies had been poured into these pits over time, and now they decorated the church in macabre worship.

Natasha knocked at the door and heard measured footsteps inside. The door squeaked as it opened, and Natasha felt her heart rate rise. Milan Noble’s face was lit by the electric lamp he held up and she was struck again by his classically handsome style.

“You have the book?” he asked, his smile cold in the dark. The pounding in Natasha’s chest accelerated but her voice was calm as she replied.

“Of course.” She smiled. “Are you going to let me in?”

He waved her past him, taking the suitcase handle from her, his need for it apparent. She squeezed past him in the doorframe and felt his warmth, his breath in her hair. She could feel he was taut with anticipation, barely controlling his desire to see the book. Once inside the church, the lamplight threw shadows amongst the bony sculptures, a palpable sense of loss permeating the place.

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