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, ...