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brother, though? Rafi would be easy to match. He was fun. Uri was on pilgrimage for fuck knows how long. Gabriel was my new pet project. But which demon could do the job?
    “Fine. I’ll just have to set him up with Leethu.”
    Gregory made a choking noise. “Cockroach, she’s a succubus. A succubus and Gabe?”
    “It would do him good. That guy seriously needs to get laid, and if anyone can make that happen, it’s Leethu.”
    “Not that I’m doubting your sister’s prowess, but it’s not going to happen. The only way Gabe would have sex is if the woman hit him over the head and tied him to a bed.”
    I pursed my lips. “I can arrange that.”
    “Well your matchmaking efforts are going to need to be put on hold. Rafi really is needed in Alaska, and Gabriel has got his hands full.”
    I sighed, disappointed, although I had my hands full too. I needed to get a move on and talk to Amber if I wanted to be on time for my appointment in Hel.
    “Hey. You mind giving me a lift to Philly?”
    He mirrored my sigh and grabbed me, yanking me into his arms. “Later. First we need to go look at something.”
    ‘Something’ was a dead angel. Not a recently dead one either. This guy had been rotting away for at least a week by the look of him. I hadn’t seen a dead angel up close since Alaska and was mighty intrigued, especially because there were still little shredded bits of his spirit-self inside the maggot-ridden corporeal form.
    “Wow, things are bad in Aaru if you all are leaving dead bodies in an Indiana cornfield. Does Gabe know about this guy? He’s gonna shit a brick.”
    “This has nothing to do with the rebellion in Aaru, and no, Gabriel does not know about it.”
    “Okay, so spill it. Who is he, what happened, and why the fuck is it my business?” I had enough on my plate and didn’t need to add a dead angel to it.
    “Because a demon killed him, and he did a very messy job of it, too.” Gregory gestured toward the corpse. “This angel was a courier, delivering an artifact to another. That artifact is now missing.”
    Artifact? As in my sword, artifact? “Let me get this straight. FedEx angel here was making a delivery, and a demon shredded him and made off with the package?”
    Gregory nodded.
    “Is the thief a member of my household?”
    “No.”
    “Then I hereby delegate this issue to the Grigori to handle. I wash my hands of the matter, decline to claim jurisdiction, abscond and abjure and all those other things. I’m busy. Go get ‘em, big boy.”
    His lips twitched into a smile. “Why, thank you for your cooperation in this matter. We would be happy to enact justice. Now, aren’t you curious what he stole?”
    Damn straight I was curious. “Another sword? You’ve got one. I’ve got one. I’m assuming there’s an angelic equivalent to a gun safe somewhere, some arsenal full of the things.”
    “Not a sword, but a very important item.”
    Very, very curious. That was me. “Go on.”
    “It’s the Traveler’s Veil.”
    He looked at me as if I was supposed to know what that was. “What the fuck is a Traveler’s Veil? Some kind of disguise?”
    “It’s used to create gateways between the realms—any realm. Very useful to quickly evacuate a large number of people.”
    Like when the elves left their homeland. I scowled at Gregory, thinking I could have really used that item last year when we were trying to figure out a way to get the werewolves and Nephilim to a safe place.
    “So why is that a problem? Unless you’re worried this demon is going to open non-guarded passageways from Hel and flood the world with demons.”
    “It’s a problem because that sphinx thing you encountered today is a manticore, and you are correct—they are not indigenous to either this world or Hel.”
    I shrugged. “So the dude stole this thing, killed an angel, went traveling, and brought back some exotic man-killing souvenir. Go get him. Oh, and can you give me a lift to Philly first?”
    “The Veil