Read Neon Spark (Dark Magic Enforcer Book 5) for Free Online

wants to walk around looking like your face has been chewed off by a hellhound, mainly because it actually has?
    Judging by the deep pain and the weird, taut feeling across my nose and cheeks the job was going well. I'd be fine in no time. It wasn't like I was having to grow a digit or a limb back or anything.
    The magic worked away in the background, a strange tingling on the newly formed flesh as nerves popped into existence and skin was reborn to the dangerous world of magic, but Dancer's leg was a different matter entirely.
    Tutting and generally acting like a matron from a black and white movie, Mitsu fussed about with what she could find in the very bling bathroom and began fixing up Dancer's leg. He screamed the place down when she snapped the bone back into position and bandaged it up, chanting away as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his leg, secret spells worming their way into his marrow then reaching out and growing new cells that would fuse the bone back in record time.
    "It will take one day, maybe two, before it fully healed," she said. "No walking on it and definitely stay away from bad man," she pointed at me, "while it fix itself."
    "Hey, don't blame me. How was I to know they were hellhounds? And what's with the pig, anyway? By the way, it really is great to see you. And thanks for saving us back there. I can't believe those puppies were so dangerous. They had us spellbound, I've never known anything like it."
    "Neither have I. I don't like it here," moaned Dancer, wincing as he tried to get up.
    "Stay put, you stupid man!" ordered Mitsu.
    Dancer did as he was told and I think he took proper notice of her for the first time. I smiled as I saw happen what I'd seen happen so many years ago. Dancer glanced at her, then looked again, studying her closely. She has this strange draw to her, not exceptionally pretty but there is something about her that captivates you, and he was no exception. It's that rare thing that is true beauty. Beyond mere looks, but the truth of a person, and Mitsu shone bright with it.
    A genuine smile, that actually looked like a smile, spread across his face as he took her in, admired her figure and focused on her face as she fussed about with his leg. He wasn't about to object.
    "Spark, aren't you going to introduce us? I feel a bit of a muppet being cared for without knowing what divine beauty is being so gentle with me." Dancer tried another smile, looking like he was straining. Maybe one day he'll get the hang of it.
    I rolled my eyes at the pathetic line, but Mitsu beamed at him, softened her rather forceful bedside manner, and treated him gently. Blimey, don't tell me she was falling for him. Come to think of it, I'd never known Dancer be involved with a woman in all the time I'd known him, and I'd known him a long time. Actually, I knew next to nothing about him at all. Our involvement had mostly been about business, never time for chit-chat. Plus, he'd always annoyed me until very recently, so there was that.
    "I'm still waiting for my own hello," I said. I stood for a moment and Mitsu finished up with Dancer and gave him a lovely smile.
    She turned and said, "Sorry, Spark, is not how I was expect to be meeting you. It is good to see you, it's been so long. But you must be careful, both of you. So stupid. I know why you came, bad idea, and you should reconsider. She is a dangerous lady now, very dangerous, and you are out of your depth. This not Great Britain, this Japan, and things very different here, as you know, Spark."
    "I do, but you know why I'm here so you know I won't change my mind. She killed my parents. She has to die."
    "I understand. Is matter of honor."
    "Exactly. Right, this is Dancer. Dancer, this is my old friend Mitsu Sakamoto. She is a very powerful, and very old witch. She is also very beautiful and will steal your heart, so be careful."
    "She has already stolen my heart. Pleased to meet you, Mitsu. Thank you for all you've done." Wow, he had it worse