Martinis with the Devil, Part Two, page 14
Eli’s comm device rang, the one that only HR headquarters used. Reality slammed into me. I spun and stalked off, seeing a flash of Eli’s confused face as he answered.
“Eli Whitesong.” A pause. “Yes. Okay. We’ll be right there.”
I heard him disconnect the call and take two steps in my direction. Well, not so much heard it as felt it. Like a line of energy connected us.
This was royally fucked.
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A.A. Chamberlynn, Martinis with the Devil, Part Two
