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Drink Deeply

Surrendering her life to copywriting for the biotech wing of a multinational corporation was not what Eliza Latimer had had in mind for herself when she graduated from college with a degree in English. Seized by a sudden impulse to defy her fate, she sends a series of incendiary e-mails to the higher echelons of the company. Eliza is certain that she will be fired. But, why would a huge corporation like Monte Salute bring one of its lowliest employees upstate to meet the gorgeous sole heir and owner, if he was just going to fire her? Alessandro Neroni has a secret that Eliza is about to find out. But, she has a secret of her own. On the other side of the country, Nick Assenzio was working with a team of physicists on the verge of a revolutionary break-through. His life is plunged into disarray when he is implicated in a terrorist plot and must run from a fate worse than death. With his world turned completely upside down, Nick must ally himself with an alcoholic, chain-smoking, semi-immortal magician named Beau. How will a shadowy religious cabal, an extradimensional bar, the scientific manifestation of hell, werewolves, vampires, and things that go bump in the night eventually weave the fabric Eliza's destiny to Nick's? Who will survive? Can they, along with their unlikely allies, save the world from the Pandemonium Dream? Drink Deeply is created by Emile Bienert, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Emile Bienert · Fantasie
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50 Chs

Chapter 34: You Can Have Any Room You Like

Zacchaeus slowed down, used residential roads, and backtracked on his approach to Chicago. Sarah was too busy being upset about everything that had happened to notice. Nick was not.

The fourth or fifth time he turned to look at Zacchaeus after noticing their asymptotic approach to the city, the vampire said, without taking his eyes off of the road, “We need to arrive at our destination at night. You are, after all, wanted fugitives. Let’s not get stuck in traffic with nowhere to go.”

Nick nodded his assent. Sarah looked at them but immediately turned back to the endless stripmalls and mcmansions of Chicago’s suburban grid. He’d tried to get her to talk for seemingly endless hours, but she wasn’t mad at him, per se. He was there. He was receiving the brunt of it, but it seemed like Sarah was angry with what she now knew and its inconvenient place in her life. Maybe, it was best to let her come to terms with things without any nudging.