Chapter 45

• An hour later, we’re no closer to answers regarding the Tree of Life, but we’re about halfway through the bottle of whiskey. We’re sprawled out on Erik’s couches, exhausted and frustrated at not having found any hints about where to find the damned Tree of Life.
• The whiskey helps though, I gotta say. So do the bags of chips and pretzels Malix rustled up from somewhere in the kitchen.
• “Weirdo had decent taste in liquor,” he observes, rotating the bottle so Kian can see the label.