Chapter 125

One by one, I wrangled the puppies and removed their magic. The lab almost fried me and the mutt tried to take a chunk out of my arm with its hammer head, but all of us survived.

Arkady placed his hand on the back of my neck, then snatched it back with a grimace, making a big show of wiping it on his jeans. "Wow, sweat monster. You okay?"

"Peachy."

"What kind of magic was on the yarn?" Miles took his phone back and stuffed it in his pocket.

"Good job, Ash," I said. "Thank you so much for your valuable service and for being super careful not to kill any of these poor dogs with magic you yourself barely understand."

"The yarn?"

"You are literally the worst. If I had to guess, it was level five Animator magic." I held out a hand and Arkady helped me up once more, supporting my weight.

The puppies had gotten their second wind, running around the space and tumbling on top of each other.

"Yevgeny was killed at a dogfighting ring, right?" Arkady said.

"Right."