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jeans as if they’d been invented for her, dewy pink lips that matched the hue of her fingernails. Hell, she drove me batty just by breathing.
    Sure, fairies practiced glamour—magic that made them appear more attractive—but since Summer’s magic didn’t work on me, I figured she’d been stunning from the day of her birth. Although I don’t think fairies are born.
    They aren’t Nephilim or breeds. Back when the angels were sent to earth to watch the humans, some of them actually watched instead of chasing us around like satyrs after wood nymphs.
    When God slammed closed the pearly gates on the Grigori and dropped them into Tartarus, those angels trapped on earth that were too good to go to hell but not angelic enough to return to heaven—earth was no longer paradise, and it appears that just being here tarnished even the most crystalline soul—became fairies.
    Some of them work for us and some of them have gone to the dark side—or so I hear. I’d yet to meet any other fairies but Summer. Which reminded me. “I need the name and location of an über-fairy.”
    Summer snorted. “Yeah, that’ll happen.”
    “You seem to forget who’s the boss of you.”
    “Since you’re no longer the conduit to Ruthie, I’m not sure how in charge you are.”
    I frowned. “I’m the leader of the light.”
    “Big fat hairy deal.”
    “You have to listen to me.”
    “I’m not compelled to follow orders; I choose to. Right now I choose to say—” She gave me the finger.
    I jumped her. Couldn’t help myself. Summer had been begging for an ass-kicking from the moment I’d first seen her in Jimmy’s head. That I’d refrained this long was downright saintly.
    Summer had supernatural powers. She could do magic, cast spells; she could fly without wings. She was one of the federation’s top DKs, with countless kills to her credit. But she’d never had to fight me in a bad mood.
    We hit the ground hard. I got a pointy elbow in the throat. Coughing, I rolled free; as she started to get up, I decked her. She flew into the wall. Didn’t seem to hurt her any. She was on her feet again as quickly as I.
    Blood trickled from her lip, which had started to swell. Fairies were pretty hard to kill—had to usecold steel or rowan—but they didn’t appear to heal as fast as a dhampir. Lucky me.
    “I suppose you usually throw your damn fairy dust, order the Nephilim to stand still, and then you skewer them,” I said. “Must be nice.”
    “It is.” She threw two knives at me with a quick flick of her slim wrists. Where they had come from I had no idea.
    I caught one, but the other stuck in my chest with a sick thunk. I glanced from the knife to Summer’s face. “Are you kidding me with this?”
    She lifted one shoulder. “Slowed you down.”
    I yanked it out; the wound healed in seconds. I tossed both weapons over my shoulder. “Not really.”
    “Freak,” she muttered.
    “Jealous?”
    Summer snarled, and for the first time I caught a glimpse of something other beneath the pretty face. Fairies could shape-shift, or so the legends said. Maybe Summer’s beauty wasn’t her true form.
    She came at me like an animal—roaring in fury, pink-tipped claws outstretched, pearly white teeth bared. I grabbed her by the throat and smacked her head against the wall.
    One tap and she stopped fighting. I had no more time to mess around—we were getting pretty loud. I was surprised someone hadn’t called the cops already. Not that Summer couldn’t toss magic dust into their faces and tell them to go away; she’d done it before. But police would bring attention, interruption. I didn’t want that. I wanted this done. I still had to find Sanducci.
    I let her go. She slumped to the floor. For an instant I allowed her to think we were through; then I knelt. She looked up, her eyes dazed, pupils dilated.
    “Who can reverse your spell?” I asked, and then I touched her.
    Dagda.
    “Where—,” I began, but the door flew open.
    I spun