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

‘double chocolate chip’.
    “Would you like a Magic Spike too?” Violet asked Logan.
    “No,” he said coldly.
    The smile wilted from Violet’s lips.
    “Don’t mind him,” Alex told her. “He gets grumpy when his off time is interrupted. See you later.” She pulled Logan toward the Disposal hallway. “Did you really have to put on your scary assassin face back there with Violet?”
    “That’s my normal face.”
    “No, it’s not. You actually smile once in a while. And even make jokes.”
    “With you, Alex. But you’re different.”
    “How so?”
    “Because I love you.”
    Her heart skipped. She knew he’d heard it, but she tried to cover it up by smirking at him anyway. “Plus you want to get into my pants.”
    In a flash, he had her pressed up against the wall. “Yes.”
    Two men carrying a bodybag between them paused to gawk. Logan turned his cold stare on them, and they suddenly decided they had better places to be.
    “You’d be surprised how well the scary assassin face works on women,” he whispered against her neck, his hot breath dissolving into her skin.
    “Actually, no. I’m not surprised. I know my sex.”
    Green fire burned in his eyes.
    “Uh, you know what I mean,” she said hurriedly.
    “You’re nervous.” He drew his knife.
    “Nah, I know you’re as harmless as a kitten.”
    “Not quite.”
    He spun and launched his knife down the hall toward the two Disposal agents. His blade sank in between the eyes of the monster that had eaten its way through the back end of the bodybag. The two agents jumped in shock, then ran like hell into the lab room, the bodybag jiggling between them.
    “I do see the appeal, scary assassin.” Alex arched her back against the wall.
    “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
    “But you like dangerous games, Slayer.” She slid her arms around his back, peeling the bottom edge of his shirt off his skin.
    For the moment, the hallway was empty. His eyes darted to the video camera mounted at the ceiling. “Here?”
    “Scared?”
    “No. I was thinking of your modesty.”
    Alex laughed out loud. “You must have me confused with someone else.” She nibbled on his neck, massaging his skin gently between her teeth.
    His hands tightened around her. “Taste me.” His magic quickened.
    “Oh, I will.” She slipped out beneath his arm, winking at him. “Later.”
    He frowned. “This was all a game.”
    “Of course,” she said brightly. “And you started it by trying to seduce me with your knife-throwing skills. All I did was take the game to its natural conclusion.”
    He growled at her.
    “Later, honey.” She squeezed his butt. “Right now we have work to do.”
    Logan caught her hand. “This means war, Vigilante.” He stared at her, something between desire and fury smoldering in his eyes.
    “Save the pillow talk for later. I want to see if Stan has any more cookies.” Then she turned and walked toward the door that led to the Disposal labs.
    The rooms were even busier than they had been last time. Disposal agents had gathered in pairs around most of the tables, poking at the monsters they’d collected. The two guys Alex and Logan had seen earlier in the hall stood side-by-side, a furry monster sprawled out on the tabletop before them. About four feet tall and covered in a copious coat of white fur, it looked like a miniature Abominable Snowman. Logan’s knife still protruded from the beast’s forehead. The two men stared down at the weapon as though it would bite if they tried to remove it. As soon as they saw Logan, their heads dropped, and they began counting the creature’s toes like it was the most interesting activity in the world.
    “I think you scared them,” Alex commented to Logan after they’d passed the table.
    “I saved them. That beast had broken through one end of the bag, and it was about to jump up and bite them.”
    “Do you want me to talk to them to explain that?”
    “No, it’s easier when people are scared of