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Alcohol & Economics - Something Dangerous - Part 20

“You brought a human here?” Etna whispered furiously as Sean fought for consciousness. “Don’t you know that’s against the laws even I am required to follow to the letter?”

 

“I’ll handle it, don’t worry,” Deceit assured her green haired companion. “I just need you to tend to him while I go deal with whatever asshole is currently holed up in my library.” Etna sighed in defeat, recognizing a losing game when it hit her in the face. Her nieces were the only real family she had left- aside from her brother- and she was big on helping any family in need. Even if it meant breaking ancient laws that had withstood the test of time while remaining unbroken and unchanged.

 

“Where do you want me to hide him? Damon ventures through nearly the entire house most days.” Deceit thought on it for a moment. The only real choices she had were the West Wing, which she had closed off years before, or the subterranean levels that were restricted to maybe a handful of people. She saw Sean stir, and rushed her decision.

 

“Subterranean level three, and make sure Merc stays far from him.” Etna nodded, hoisting her newest guest to his feet.

 

“Let’s go, Human, you need to be cleaned up.” Etna dragged him away as he struggled fruitlessly against the pale green hands that held him. ‘What in the world are these people?!’

 

Deceit sighed, ignoring her headache; one mess down and way too many more to go. She pulled out her mirror. “Call Newt,” she commanded, and it began to dial a few moments later.

 

“Hello?” A female’s voice picked up on the other end. “Who’s this?”

 

“Mary, it’s Deceit. Pack Newt’s household, I need you to join mine again.”

 

“Finally? Yes!” The line disconnected as Newt’s familiar squealed with uncontrollable joy. Having another telepath like Newt around would make a lot of things easier this time around. Now if only Deceit could keep him and his asexual tendencies from flirting (horribly) with her housekeeper. She sighed, that would be a problem to tackle another day. After taking a few moments to collect her thoughts and steal a water bottle from the kitchen, Deceit headed for the mess that awaited her in the second floor library.


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