Chapter 4
Vanessa stretched out, enjoying the luxurious sensation of the cool, soft sheets of the bed against her skin. They’d arrived at the hotel only a few minutes after exiting the catacombs, and she'd been grateful when the front desk clerk hadn't acted surprised or put out by their appearance at that time in the morning. Maybe it was the Parisian nonchalance she’d heard so much about, or maybe it happened frequently enough that they didn't bat an eye.
Whatever the case, Emma Jane had handled the conversation while Vanessa had paid with her visa. Apparently, the combination of her money and Emma Jane's French had been enough to earn a smooth admission into a lovely room with a scenic view of the downtown, although all they could see were the lights in the darkness. While technically
