《High Life! A Dance with Magic Mobsters》


 A Twist of Fate

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 Irrational Choices

    Heaving to his feet, still carrying the surprisingly heavy woman, Barry ran as fast as his barely trained body would carry him. Which turned into a light jog at the effort level of a marathon.


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    ¡°Stop playing coy. I can see the chunk of your arm missing and my chest hurts. You didn¡¯t strip or search me, only healed me with a spell foundation I can¡¯t place. You¡¯re not with the Crowns, or I¡¯d be dead. You¡¯re not one of mine, or I¡¯d be at a safe house. Now answer the fucking question.¡± She said, the gun snapping in the direction of Barry¡¯s head.


    Fifth rank? Blood mage? Blood magic is like really really illegal and she just admitted to specializing in it. What the fuck do I say now? ¡°Hey I¡¯m Barry and I¡¯m a second rank spatial mage.¡±


    Cause I can¡¯t warp anyone anywhere! I¡¯m a fucking second rank!


    ¡°That does sound interesting. But a framework for a life debt? I tell you what. Give me the book, and a couple weeks to stew on it. By the time we talk again, I¡¯ll have a satisfactory answer for you.¡± Barry said, sitting up and sticking out his hand for a handshake.

 A Painful Lesson

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