Blood Magic (Dragon Born Alexandria Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

his hands were still kneading delightful circles into her back.
    “I suppose we are,” she sighed and opened the door.
    Logan followed her out of the car. As soon as he’d been paid, the driver sped off like he couldn’t get away fast enough.
    “We scared him,” Alex said.
    “It must have been your armory of steel.”
    “Yeah.” She snorted. “That must have been it.”
    They walked toward the row of houses that spanned the entire block. Each one was painted a different shade: yellow, white, red, blue… Alex turned and climbed the stairs that led to the pumpkin-orange one. Marek’s house. Like most first tier mages, her friend believed that subtlety was a mortal sin.
    Alex unlocked the door, and they entered their base of operations. Upon entering, there was nothing to give away that this house was being used to fight a nefarious supernatural-hating organization. The entrance area was a square platform with old oak floors and hardly enough space for the small coat rack in the corner. Stairs made of that same old oak led to the upper floor and down into the basement.
    Smiling coyly at Logan, she pressed her finger to her lips, then pointed up the stairs. His brows lifted, and he shot the old steps a dubious look. She slipped out of her heels to tackle them barefoot.
    It didn’t help. Even as her bare foot eased down on the first step, it groaned a squeaky protest.
    “Alex?” Marek’s voice called up from the basement.
    She cursed under her breath.
    “We really need to get different accommodations,” Logan growled, his breath hot against the back of her neck. “I know of a nice hotel.”
    “We decided to stay here so we could all stick together while working on getting the Blood Orb back,” she reminded him.
    It had seemed like a good idea at the time anyway. And it had been the responsible thing to do. Unfortunately, the responsible option always happened to be the least fun one.
    “You agreed that we should all stay together,” she said, throwing him a long-suffering smile.
    “One of my less brilliant decisions,” he replied, need buzzing beneath his words.
    Alex was tempted to tell Marek they’d catch up to him later, then pull Logan upstairs and throw him onto her bed. She hadn’t had sex in so long, it wasn’t even funny.
    “I want you too,” he whispered, as though he’d read her mind. His hand trailed down her arm, his feather-light touch electrifying her magic on her skin. “But not like this. Not with Marek banging on our door.”
    Alex sighed in defeat and turned to head downstairs. The basement interior—which Marek was very proud of—looked much more modern than the classic style that permeated the rest of the house. The walls were chocolate-brown, beige tiles covered the floors, and an array of artfully-placed ceiling lights lit up the underground level. A full bar sat at the front of the open room, a desk with a few chairs on either side in the middle, and a lounge area at the back. Marek called it his ‘underground lair’, complete with air quotes. The man did like to amuse himself.
    He was sitting on one of the leather sofas, his black-and-white boots balanced atop the coffee table. He wore a shiny dark blue shirt—speckled with gold, red, and green swirls—and black pants. As always, his dark hair was styled into spiky peaks.
    “Hi.” Alex waved at him.
    “You’re late.”
    She made an effort not to look guilty—or look at Logan.
    “Never mind then.” Marek’s lips curled up into a smirk. “Smashing outfit. Whoever picked it out has impeccable taste.”
    Alex rolled her eyes. The outfit had been his idea—mostly. Alex’s dragon had made a few suggestions too, which she’d then relayed as her own.
    You’re always doing that.
    Sorry, Alex replied. But it’s not like she could tell anyone that she had a dragon half. That was a one-way ticket to hell. Or the loony bin.
    Marek stood up, looking over her new collection of knives. “Can’t say I’m keen on the