“You probably won’t be surprised by this whatsoever,” Keida said as she helped pack a few of Logan’s belongings into the suitcase he’d had since he was in fifth grade, “but it’s a common place for us elve to be summoned. Sin City and all.” “That actually does surprise me,” Logan questioned the elve with a raised eyebrow. “Prostitution is totally legal there. A sex partner isn’t exactly hard to come by.” Abina bit her lip seductively. “Mortal women don’t fulfill the same desires as we can, but you already know all about that, don’t you?” “You’ll hear no argument from me,” Logan chuckled in agreement. Keida, Abina, and Logan had a pretty simple relationship. They were happy as long as he was happy, and he was happy as long as they were happy. The only issue was that their former master, a elve lord who could summon literal Magicfire, wanted them back, and wanted Logan dead. And he wasn’t going to let that happen. Once t

“I can’t believe it. I hope we have this sort of luck in Vegas,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Rafe joked, “Who’s we? It was my idea to get the tickets.” Logan’s entire body shook with excitement as he imagined the possibilities. “No more stale cornflakes for us, that’s for sure! Maybe we won’t even need to use Liby’s mind control powers as much. If we win big, we’ll actually be able to afford to pay for the top-quality shit.” Abina pouted playfully, “That would be a shame. I actually like using my influence to help you get what you want. I’d do anything for my new master.” “As would I,” Kelda chimed in happily. Logan glanced down at his watch. “We’re about two hours out from Vegas. Once we get there, we’re going to get completely wrapped up in all the gambling and bright lights and cool shit that happens there, but we can’t forget about Voidmoth. It’s t-minus forty-five hours until he makes his appearance again. We should at least go into th

Logan looked around at the shimmering lights, sexy women, and hot cars as Lola sputtered down the strip in all her glory, trailing a cloud of smoke behind her. Even with their windows up, the sound of cheers mixed with sirens and music pounded through the car. “We never get to play the machines when we are here,” Cupi said, her eyes following the large casinos as they passed by. Logan, curious, asked, “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. What happens when you fulfill a contract? Do you just vanish in a puff of smoke? Or do you fly off into the night and catch a chariot back to Dark Realm?” “You already know the answer,” Abina said, grabbing Logan’s left hand. “The green and purple Magicfire sends us back and forth between the Realms. Once we have satisfied our clients’ needs, our master is notified, and he transports us back to him with his powers.” Logan continued his line of questioning, “What do you guys do in between clients? Like, in your spare time?” “When you’re a

As much as Logan loved slumming it out in nature, one area the city had it beat in was sanitation. Last night, he had to sleep in a car, and as the soothing water from the shower spigot poured down on his head and ran off his brown locks onto the ceramic on the floor, he was really glad he chose something more luxurious for his stay in the Sin City. Even this simple shower screamed luxury. It was one of those stand-up set-ups whose walls were made of dark grey brick, with a shiny ceramic tile floor and a heavy glass door. In addition to the typical shower head that rested at the front of the construction, it had valves running down the sides of the wall that shot out jets of water. The sensation was so soothing that he thought he might just fall asleep right then and there. As he finished up and walked over to brush his teeth, he heard the voices of Abina and Kelda from around the corner. “These are so soft!” Abina giggled. “That’s not fair,

The dark-haired succubi reached out and interlocked their arms with Kelda’s, and the three of them made their way across the casino floor towards the buffet. Logan looked down at the goblin in the bag. “I don’t know who I should worry about more,” he said. “You, or the girls?” “Definitely me,” Rafe nodded. As much as Logan liked to give his friend hell about his munchies, he was pretty hungry too. Since the ice cream parlor, all they’d had to sustain themselves was some chips, mixed nuts, and an energy drink from the gas station near the border. As the group approached the shimmering sign of the buffet area, Logan’s stomach growled with anticipation. “Three buffets?” the man behind the cash register asked as he rang up Logan’s order. “That’ll be eighty-four sixty-nine.” “Yikes,” Logan laughed as he pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. “And here I thought the slots were where they got you.”The cashier chuckled at Logan’s joke, took the b