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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 50: Precipitants

The Morningstar’s Detroit safehouse was quiet. It was early in the morning, and Lukas was tired of hearing Nick cry all night. He was tired of thinking about his mistakes. He was tired of wondering whether or not Eliza had actually been in love with him as he had been with her. He was exhausted.

But he had finally healed. The six slugs had been rejected by his body in a feverish could of days, but all evidence of them was gone now. It was time to go.

Lukas looked across the disheveled room. If you weren’t expecting anyone, except maybe the police, why clean? Nick was not well. Lukas had tried to talk to him, but there didn’t seem to be any point. Sarah’s death had hit him in a predictable way: crushing. Absolutely crushing. Lukas felt like he was waiting to find Nick hanging from something - probably a sheet - nearly every morning.

“You’re leaving,” said Nick.

It wasn’t a question.