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opens a passageway. It remains open until the user closes it. I’m worried this thief didn’t just bring back a souvenir, but left the gateway open. If so, this manticore isn’t the only one that will probably come through. And there are worse things that I really don’t want to see here gobbling humans up like popcorn.”
    Oh. Yeah, that was a problem. “Well, the gateway has to be somewhere near where I was attacked. That manticore didn’t have wings and didn’t strike me as a creature motivated to travel long distances just for the fuck of it. It’s probably close to the angel gate in Columbia. Demons like to try new stuff out before they go back to Hel, and it’s a good idea to do that close to a gate. You know, just in case stuff goes boom.”
    “Probably.” There was an odd look in Gregory’s eyes I didn’t quite trust. “I’ll need you to help me locate it, though.”
    I had so much shit to do, but any activity that put me side-by-side with my angel was top of my list. “Only if we can get naked and sweaty afterward.” My smile faltered. “I miss you. We hardly see each other anymore.”
    He gathered me close, resting his chin on the top of my head. “It’s a date. And I believe you needed a lift to Philadelphia?”
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    A mber answered the door, her brow creased. “Sam? Are Wyatt and Nyalla all right? What are you doing here?””
    She stood by to let me in, and I entered her little apartment, admiring the warm colors and tasteful designs. “Everything’s okay. I just need a favor.”
    “Sure. Ask away. Make it quick, though. I’ve got a date in thirty.”
    Shit. If Irix was here, I was screwed. He’d have my head for what I was about to ask. Looking around for the incubus, I followed Amber into her bedroom. She stripped off her shirt, tossing a heavily accessorized dress onto the bedspread.
    “Are you and Irix going to a Renaissance fair?”
    She laughed. “Nope. This is for my ‘date’. His fantasy is to have sex with Galadriel. Pretty funny, huh? I get to be his elven queen.”
    Given she was half-elf, she was well suited to fulfill this fantasy. “So your date is a forty-year-old virgin, plays a lot of video games, and lives in his parents’ basement?”
    “Forty-five. He actually has a penthouse apartment and is a bank vice-president. And since he just wrapped up his third divorce, I’m thinking he’s probably not a virgin.”
    Huh. Kinky dude behind the suit. I wondered if Amber was supposed to ride a white horse bareback and speak to him in Elvish. If so, he’d be shit out of luck. Other than a few insults and basic greetings, the half-elf didn’t know much of her mother’s language.
    Not that it would probably matter. Amber was also half succubus. She could have spoken to the guy in pig Latin and he would have been starry-eyed at her feet. The energy she got through sexual encounters sustained her, and those she tied to her would supply her with a steady stream of energy their entire lives. I couldn’t imagine the amount of energy a middle-aged, three-time divorced, bank VP would have pent up inside him. Amber would probably be humming for days from this one night.
    But it wasn’t her succubus skills I needed; it was her elf ones.
    “I need you to help a group of humans who are struggling with agriculture in their territory.”
    She shimmied into the crushed-velvet dress, smoothing it over her hips, and adjusted her breasts for maximum cleavage. “What crops are they growing? And is it a problem with drought, soil, insects, or fungus?”
    “All of the above. They really don’t care what they grow; they just need to find something that’s going to work with their challenging environment.”
    “Sounds like an interesting project. I’m not an expert on grains, but I can analyze conditions and at least point them in the right direction. Do you have soil and fungal samples?”
    “Uhhh, no. I was hoping you could go there. I don’t think it would