War for the Skies (completed) (Book 1 of the Heroes of the Realms series)

Chapter 17

As we rode on our mounts, people didn't really seem to notice. They honked at us every once in a while or screamed that we were riding on the sidewalk, but they didn't notice that our cars had wings, horns and beaks.

Every once in a while, Lukas would shout directions, making us cause even more traffic, but eventually we reached our hotel.

One of the workers there asked "Vamos a aparcar nuestros coches?" and gestured to three other guys that were near him.

"We speak English," Theo said.

"Oh, okay," the man said and cleared his throat. "Shall we park your cars?"

"No thanks," I quickly said. "But would you mind showing us where the parking lot is?"

He pointed toward the left, where a small slope led to an underground parking lot.

We started walking toward the slope, and as I passed the guy I said, "De miedo."

"Um sir, that means scary," the guy smiled. "Gracias, is thank you."

"Then, gracias," I muttered and instantly wanted to slap myself. I could head Skylar holding back a huge belly laugh.

"Don't even," I turned toward Skylar as we entered the lot.

"Sorry," she beamed, still giggling.

I followed Theo and Lukas as we found three slots next to each other in the lot. We left our rides there, and told them "We'll bring food, but you guys need to rest here, there's nowhere else to go."

They all nodded, but didn't seem very happy about the idea.

We walked into the hotel in our wet clothes, so we got stared at a lot.

A bunch of natives and some tourists flew past, carrying luggage, and the smell of many perfumes and colognes filled the air to make one strong, bitter stench.

We noticed the reception with a line so long, it might've taken the same amount of time to get to the front as it did to get here in the first place. We waited behind a chubby blond guy, with a woman next to him, who had brown hair and smelled of baby powder.

After about thirty minutes (which, yes, I know wasn't how long it took us to get here) we finally arrived at the front.

The receptionist, a young, obviously Spanish girl with her brown hair in a ponytail, asked us, "¿Hablas español?"

We shook our heads.

"Okay," she said in a thick, Spanish accent. "Our rooms only occupy two people, so you will need to get two rooms."

"Will it be possible to have them close to each other?" I asked.

"Um... yes sure," the receptionist said and searched through the keys hanging on the bulletin board behind her.

She picked up two keys next to each other and handed them to us.

"On the fourth floor, rooms 20 and 22," she explained and pointed to the elevator. Theo activated his backpack from his watch, under the table so the receptionist didn't see. He picked out a few Euros.

"We'll stay one day. How much is that?" he asked.

"40 euro," the receptionist answered.

Theo counted his money in his hand and handed it to the girl. Just to make sure, she counted them as well and then nodded. "You may leave."

We walked toward the elevator and pressed up.

"Room arrangements?" I asked them.

"Theo and I can stay in one," Lukas said.