Chapter Twenty-One
"Mistress. What is your command?" Sophie David has been summoned. Ever since a young girl, Sophie had known she had a twin destiny as wife and mother, of course, but also to be the bearer of the spirit of her Queen, Hepshepshut, back to the living.
"I require you to take me to the home of the St. John girl. The transformation will be completed tonight at the Old Palais de Versailles. That is where this pathetic creature," nods her queenly head towards Navarre, Jean-Louis' antiquities dealer, says he has put the sarcophagus and the other jars. Idiot." She hisses. "Come."
"But, my Queen, it is evening and the house is full of vampires able to withstand an onslaught. I fear for your safety."
"I fear no vampires. And the one I seek is no longer one. I took care of that myself since you were too weak – too enthralled by that swine of a husband. Pah. Where is that one tonight, eh? Off with his Mistress?"
"No, my Queen. He has his own family revenge to play out and was trying to eliminate these vampires, especially the one called Lance, when we discovered my daughter's friend's duplicity which threatens us all. He has gone to find her."
"Ah, yes, the perplexing phone message. What is a crash a la Diana?"
"Er, a fatal car accident that is not really by accident, my liege. Is that what Jean-Louis said?"
"Men are such fools. Come. You, too, trader of my relics. I shall need your ah, assistance, also."