Free Four Centuries (Damned and Cursed Book 7) by Glenn Bullion

in recently, I forget the name…I think it's called the Internet?"
    Victoria frowned at Amit, confused, before he let out a hearty laugh.   At that moment, she decided she liked him.
    "I joke," he said.   "I'm sorry.   I have to get at least one good one on you newcomers, mortal or not."
    "I'll remember that, Amit.   Payback's a bitch."
    "Indeed, it is."
    They drove for nearly another forty-five minutes until Amit entered the underground parking lot of a very large hotel.   He grabbed a phone hooked to the dashboard and made a call in a language Victoria didn't understand, and she understood many.   After parking near an elevator, the doors opened to reveal two young men in matching uniforms, a cart in between them.
    Amit circled around to the back of the limousine and opened the door for Victoria.   He offered his hand, a gentleman's gesture.   She certainly wasn't a frail, old woman, but she accepted, allowing him to help her.
    The look on the hotel employees' faces were priceless when Amit popped the trunk to reveal six large sets of luggage.
    "Sorry," Victoria said.   "A girl's gotta have her clothes."
    Amit laughed and gestured toward the elevator.   The two employees started loading her luggage onto a cart.
    "They'll take your things to your room.   I'll get you checked in.   We already have a more… window friendly path for you."
    "Actually, if it's all the same, I'd like to keep my luggage with me.   I don't mean to offend.   But I've had a few problems with my luggage before."
    Amit nodded graciously, and said something to the two men.   They nodded in return and vanished into a nearby stairwell.   Amit pushed the cart into the elevator.
    "Please," Victoria said.   "Amit, you don't have to.   I can push my own luggage."
    "I'm sure you can, but I won't let you."
    It took Victoria a moment to realize she hadn't yet stepped into the elevator.
    "Victoria?   Are you okay?"
    "I am.   Just…getting my courage up."
    Amit said nothing.   He simply waited patiently, smiling.
    The ride seemed to go on forever.   She gripped the guards on the walls, her legs completely frigid.
    "Uh, does this thing ever stop?"
    "Well, you are on the top floor."
    Finally, after what seemed like years, Amit was swiping a card through an electronic lock and pushing the door to Victoria's room open.   She trailed behind, helping to guide the cart of luggage in a straight path.
    Like everything else to that point, the room was beyond her expectations.
    There were windows, but they were completely covered by shutters.   A king-sized bed, refrigerator, living area, large flat-screen television, hot tub.   It was more of a high-class condo than a hotel room.
    "Hopefully, this will suffice," Amit said.
    "Uh, yeah.   Suffice, it will."
    "The shutters are electronic, with full control in this room."   He gestured to a panel near the bed. "All controlled over there.   You are completely safe.   They will not open unless you want them to.   The refrigerator is well-stocked."
    Victoria toured the room as he gave the tour.   A piece of paper sat on the bed.   She quickly skimmed it as Amit bragged about the entertainment system.   It was an itinerary, written in several languages.
    It wasn't difficult to follow at all, but still made her heart sink.   Meetings.   Meetings from six in the evening until midnight.   Every day.
    "Holy shit," Victoria muttered.
    "Is something wrong?" Amit asked.
    "No.   Just…how much is there to talk about?"
    Amit smiled.
    "The conference room is one hall over.   Like I said before, this entire floor belongs to your party.   We will not enter these rooms unless you call for us.   So, please don't worry about your privacy.   You have my number?"
    "Yes," she said, gesturing to her purse.   "I have it right here."
    "Is there anything else you need?"
    There was nothing.   She found herself wondering if she was supposed to tip Amit.   As old as she was, and all she'd done, she was in