green fire?”
“No. And I’ve never seen magic that could do that.” She pointed at the ruined building.
“I’ve seen something like that recently.”
“You mean dragon fire. That was a bit different. For one, the fire was purple.”
“The color might be different, but the results are the same. We’ve seen the impossible, Alex,” he said. “Maybe this was dragon fire or maybe not. All I know is that there’s a thief going around who can do that. We’re in for a world of trouble.”
“Yeah, a person who can melt buildings and disappear into thin air. Fun times.”
“Who knows if the thief can really disappear. People think I disappear into thin air,” Logan said. “In reality, I’m just really good at blending into the shadows.”
“And modest too.”
“Modesty is a hard-earned skill.” He glanced at her. “Like subtlety.”
“Somehow, I have a feeling that our thief hasn’t learned either.” Her pocket buzzed. Again.
“You’re popular tonight,” Logan commented as she pulled out her phone.
“I wonder why Monster Cleanup never messages you.”
“Because I made it clear to them that I’m here to help you, not them. I won’t go on any job without you.”
“So you’re working for free?”
“I didn’t say that. I’m not a charity.”
She grinned at him. “Of course not. Well, I guess this explains why you’ve been hanging around so much.”
“You mind?”
“I didn’t say that. You make some nice eye candy.”
“This isn’t funny, Alex.”
“Sure it is.”
He took her hand. “An assassin tried to kill you in London.”
“And I killed him first.”
Logan kept going. “Sooner or later, we both know the people you’re working for will try to kill you too. I’m going to make that as difficult as possible for them.”
Alex leaned into him. “Thanks,” she said against his lips. The phone in her hand buzzed again. “What do you want to bet they’re not calling to tell me I get the rest of the night off?”
“I’m not taking that bet.”
She kissed his cheek. “See, that’s why I love you.” She winked at him. “You’re smart.”
She swiped her finger across her screen to read the message. As expected, it was another monster alert.
“How do you feel about ghosts?” she asked Logan.
“How do I feel about them? That they’re impossible to kill.”
“Then we’d better hope that these ghosts are friendly ones. A few dozen of them are gathering around the new town hall at the city center.” She sighed, sliding her phone back into her jacket. It was just one of those nights.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The Center of Hell
ALEX AND LOGAN ran across the wide expanse of Marienplatz, zigzagging between three teams of Monster Cleanup agents. If the city had gone to hell, then this was the center of hell. The square was an uneven mixture of ear-piercing monster screeches and the constant thump of magical explosions. The magic in the air tasted like burnt flesh, something Alex was trying really hard not to think about.
One of the Monster Cleanup teams was battling an elemental bull that had decided to redecorate the city’s main square with earthquakes and avalanches. The ground cracked and split beneath the creature’s hooves. Fire licked the bushes of red flowers around the square’s central column. Of the four statues of armored angels fighting hideous beasts, two had broken off. They lay in shattered pieces on the ground.
Every member of the second team of agents was completely covered in slime, courtesy of the gigantic worm they were fighting. The creature swung its tail, and they ducked. One of the agents rolled away, drawing his sword as he hopped up. His blade cut through the worm’s tail, and a hurricane roar erupted from the creature’s enormous fanged mouth.
“You idiot!” shouted one of the agents over the worm’s roar. They were all wearing full-body armor, including helmets, so Alex couldn’t see who it was. “You have to burn it, not chop
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