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college fall into the hands of evil creatures. He carried an extra burden of guilt, I knew. Frank had worked as an undercover operative for the internal-affairs division of IMP—the Institute for Magical Professionals—preparing a report for them on unorthodox otherworldly activities at Fairwick. But Frank hadn’t known that his report would be used by the Grove to coerce IMP into going along with the closing of the door to Faerie. Or that once the door was closed and most of our fey colleagues were gone, the nephilim would be able to take over the college. I knew Frank wouldn’t rest until he banished the nephilim and got our friends back, which was why, I was pretty sure, he’d been so quick to come to my rescue right now,
not
, as Soheila was hinting, that he was sweet on me. My suspicions were confirmed by the glance he gave Soheila under lowered brows.
    “I’m pretty sure McFay can take care of herself,” he said. “She’s more powerful than the two of us put together.”
    Soheila looked from Frank to me and then back at Frank again. “You’re right. Callie is growing very powerful.” She gave the two of us a smile that turned the stale tunnel air intoa sultry desert breeze laden with spices, then turned on her heel and walked briskly away, tossing over her shoulder. “It’s time we put that power to use.”
    Frank and I followed side by side—as Soheila had planned. She was always trying to arrange for us to be alone together. Since Soheila had renounced human contact, she wouldn’t allow herself to admit her feelings for Frank, and she also thought my attachment to the incubus was unhealthy. In her view, that made Frank and me the perfect match.
    “What’s up?” I asked Frank.
    “Soheila thinks that Duncan Laird was contacted today by the Seraphim Club in London. White Eagle, our informant in the mailroom—”
    “You mean Earl?” I asked.
    “Shh. The code names are to protect the network, McFay.
White Eagle
tells us that Laird received a package today from London.”
    “I saw it!” I said. “He had a package on his desk when I was in his office. It had foreign stamps on it. He put it in his file cabinet when he saw me looking at it.”
    “Good work, McFay. Soheila thinks it may have information about the nephilim’s plans. Now we just need to get into the office. That’s where you come in. Someone has to break through the wards—and who better than a doorkeeper?”
    “I’ll do my best,” I assured him as we joined Soheila at the foot of a flight of stairs. She sat on the bottom step, holding Ralph in her hand. They appeared to be having a conversation.
    “Ralph is going to go upstairs and make sure the building is clear. If he sees a security guard, he’ll distract him.”
    “Are you sure that’s safe?” I asked. “Those guys are scary. Nicky said today that they look like trolls.”
    “Trows, actually,” Frank said.
    “A species of troll from the Orkney Islands,” Soheila explained. “They’ve made a compact with the nephilim in exchange for a supply of Aelvesgold. It’s very disappointing. The trows may not be the brightest of the fey, but they were essentially harmless creatures until the nephilim got ahold of them. Once they’ve pledged allegiance to a master, they’re unfailingly loyal. They haven’t a shred of initiative, though, and they’re not quick on their feet. Ralph should have no trouble staying ahead of them, will you, my brave little soldier?”
    Ralph squeaked and fluffed out his fur, preening under Soheila’s praise. Apparently, magical doormice were not immune to succubi charm. She carried Ralph up the stairs, inched open the door at the top, and crouched down to let him through the crack. I knelt beside Soheila on the darkened stairwell, peering past her into the dim lobby of Main. I could make out a guard sitting on a chair, tipped back, eating Cheetos, and listening to a baseball game on a small portable radio.
    “A Red Sox fan,” Frank