Magic Kingdom (Dragon Born Alexandria Book 3) by Ella Summers Read Free Book Online

freaky.”
    “Don’t I know it.”
    “Do you have any idea what caused the monster uprising tonight?”
    “No, but it’s not an accident. I’m sure of it.” Alex chewed on her lip. “Were you planning on going out tonight?”
    “Yes, I’m going to hit another club, one called Spitfire,” Naomi said. “It’s the last place a hybrid couple was seen before they disappeared last week.”
    Like Alex, Naomi lived in San Francisco, but when her cousin Eva had gone missing last month, she’d come to London to track her down. They had found her in the hands of the Convictionites, the same hate group who had recently become the bane of Alex’s existence. They’d freed Eva and the other prisoners from those fiends, but hybrids were still going missing all across Europe. Right now, those kidnapped seemed to be centered around Munich, so when Alex and Logan had traveled here to kill monsters for the Magic Council, Naomi had come too.
    “Maybe I can find clues there as to who took the missing hybrid couple,” she continued. “Assuming the club is still open through all this chaos.”
    “The chaos seems to be settling down,” Logan said. “All Monster Cleanup agents are still out in the field, but the flow of new emergency calls has petered out to nearly nothing.”
    “And how do you know this?” Alex asked.
    “I hacked into the Magic Council’s system.”
    “Just now?”
    “No, a few weeks ago. I want to know the second they start to suspect you’re different. That will give us the head start we need to disappear. I already have a secluded hiding spot set up.”
    “Aww, how romantic,” Naomi said, smiling.
    “The Magic Council is going to notice that you’ve hacked into their system. And they’re going to wonder why,” Alex told Logan.
    He snorted. “The Magic Council’s people are competent, but not that competent. And as to the why, they know I’m an assassin and a thief. Even if they discover my intrusion—which I seriously doubt—they’ll blame my nefarious ways. If there’s one thing you can count on, it’s people’s prejudice.”
    “He’s right,” Naomi said.
    Yes, Nova agreed.
    Her dragon must have sent the message to Logan too because he was looking particularly smug right now.
    “Do you need any help?” Alex asked Naomi.
    “Not yet. Right now, I’m still just chatting people up to figure out if anyone knows anything. But if I need help killing things, I’ll give you a call.”
    Fair enough. Talking to people was definitely not Alex’s specialty. “Where are Marek and Eva?”
    “Marek took Eva out on a date,” Naomi told her. “Eva has been helping me investigate, but being so close to the issue has been hard on her. The Convictionites kept her in a glass box for days. They did such horrible things to her and to the other prisoners. And they’re doing it again. Even after we freed all their prisoners in London, they didn’t give up. This has to end.” She snapped her computer closed, then stood. “I will make it end.”
    “Give me a call if you need me,” Alex said.
    Naomi peeled her bolero sweater from the back of a chair and slid it over her arms. “You bet.” She turned and walked down the hall of stained glass, the staccato echoes of her boots trailing her to the front door.
    “Come on,” Alex said, smiling as she took Logan’s hand. “Let’s get cleaned up.”
    They ascended the sweeping staircase to the west wing. Polished gold handrails curled upward, tracing the dark tiled walls to the next level. Above, a lantern dripped from a high, domed ceiling braced with wooden beams over a canvas of brown and golden bricks. The staircase spilled out into a landing platform. In front of them was a pair of wide arched doors with panels of milky glass framed in wood.
    Beyond the ornate entrance, the west wing was as majestic as the common areas downstairs, if not more sparse in design. They hadn’t had much time to spruce it up. The east wing, which Naomi had claimed