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

help.”
    “Ok, I’ll think about it.” She looked over her shoulder to smile at him. “And if you want to help, you could tell me what gets magic bee blood out of cotton.” She held up her shirt, which despite the potpourri of floral scents now wafting off of its fabric, was still every bit as stained as before.
    “I don’t know.”
    “I guess you were right.” Alex picked up her ruined shirt, wrapping it inside a plastic bag. “Some things can’t be washed away.” She tossed the bag into the garbage can on the way out of the bathroom, then slid down her pink-stained jeans and chucked them inside too.  
    “This doesn’t bode well for the interior of my car,” Logan commented, the corner of his mouth quirking up.
    A laugh burst from her lips, puncturing the heavy cloud of gloom hanging over the room. “Thanks for that.” She wiped a wet washcloth across her leather jacket, cleaning the pink goo away. “Your interior is safe. It’s leather. Like my jacket. Like your clothes.” She lifted the washcloth to his fitted leather shirt, dabbing a splash of pink off his chest. “I should have worn leather today.” She slid the washcloth down his shirt, tracing a pink line over his stomach, every hard ridge stenciled into the leather. “I’m constantly being thrown into battle. I should always wear leather.”
    “You throw yourself into battle most of those times.” He took the washcloth from her hands, setting it down on the dresser. “But, yes, you should always wear leather.”
    She smirked at him. “I thought you liked lace.”
    His fingers slid under her satin straps, tracing them down to the lacy peaks of her bra. “Oh, I do,” his breath whispered against her neck. He leaned into her, pressing her down onto the chair.
    Something buzzed beneath Alex’s butt. She giggled. Logan threw her an irked look.
    “Sorry,” she said, reaching inside her leather jacket. “The timing was so good, it was funny.” She flipped open the flap of her phone case to read the screen. “It looks like our break is over. We’re being thrown back into battle. Ready to hold off the apocalypse a little longer?”

CHAPTER FIVE
    The Human Problem

    “IT STILL SMELLS like dead bee in here,” Logan said.
    ‘Here’ was the inside of his car as they sped toward tonight’s latest magical mishap. After getting the message, Logan had argued with Violet that it was too soon to send Alex out again, but all the other agents were still out dealing with the harbingers of the apocalypse. No one else was available. It was either take the job or let people die.
    “That bee stench just keeps going and going,” Alex agreed.
    They’d managed to wipe all the pink color off the seats, but that hadn’t taken care of the smell, so Alex had grabbed a bottle of air freshener and sprayed it around inside the car. Unfortunately for anyone with lungs, that hadn’t covered the bee stench. It had just mixed it together with the potently artificial tang of chemical lilacs and oranges. They were now driving with the windows down.
    “So what are they sending us to kill?” Logan asked, his voice eerily monotone. He was breathing through his mouth.
    Alex’s battle leather crackled as she shifted her weight to turn toward him. “Someone called in about a flock of harpies roosting in a barn.”
    “Harpies in a barn. Right. That sounds legitimate.” His words dripped with sarcasm.
    “Yeah, I know.”
    In all likelihood, they were heading right into a trap. This past week, they’d killed a lot of monsters, captured a few misbehaving supernaturals, and walked into a hell of a lot of traps set by humans doing their utmost to kill them. One night—that’s all it had taken the Convictionites to unravel the peace between humans and supernaturals. Ever since the bloodbath in London, many humans had come to fear supernaturals. Some took it a step further. Hate was spreading, and thanks to the Bloody Friday videos of them all over the internet,