Chapter 137

           

           HighatopthestepsoftheRomanColiseum,Vittorialaughedandcalleddowntohim."Robert,hurryup!IknewIshouldhavemarriedayoungerman!"Hersmilewasmagic.

           Hestruggledtokeepup,buthislegsfeltlikestone."Wait,"hebegged."Please…"

           Therewasapoundinginhishead.

           RobertLangdonawokewithastart.

           Darkness.

           Helaystillforalongtimeintheforeignsoftnessofthebed,unabletofigureoutwherehewas.Thepillowsweregoosedown,oversizedandwonderful.Theairsmelledofpotpourri.Acrosstheroom,twoglassdoorsstoodopentoalavishbalcony,wherealightbreezeplayedbeneathaglisteningcloud-sweptmoon.Langdontriedtorememberhowhehadgottenhere…andwhereherewas.

           Surrealwispsofmemorysiftedbackintohisconsciousness…

           Apyreofmysticalfire…anangelmaterializingfromoutofthecrowd…hersofthandtakinghisandleadinghimintothenight…guidinghisexhausted,batteredbodythroughthestreets…leadinghimhere…tothissuite…proppinghimhalf-sleepinginascaldinghotshower…leadinghimtothisbed…andwatchingoverhimashefellasleeplikethedead.

           Inthedimnessnow,Langdoncouldseeasecondbed.Thesheetsweretousled,butthebedwasempty.Fromoneoftheadjoiningrooms,hecouldhearthefaint,steadystreamofashower.

           AshegazedatVittoria’sbed,hesawaboldlyembroideredsealonherpillowcase.Itread:HOTELBERNINI.Langdonhadtosmile.Vittoriahadchosenwell.OldWorldluxuryoverlookingBernini’sTritonFountain…therewasnomorefittinghotelinallofRome.

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