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your particular skills, and in return he offers to take care of the demon that has a price on your head.”
    I felt as if a load were lifted from my back. Things with Haagenti had escalated, he’d begun targeting Wyatt. This human was proposing the perfect out. No doubt the elf lord wanted me to track someone down and kill them. I’d take on the job and never have to face Haagenti. This just moved to the top of my list.
    “I’m interested. I’ll pop over as soon as I have a free moment.”
    “Lord Taullian of Cyelle will anticipate your arrival sometime this week,” he said. “In the Western Red Forest by the Maugan Swamp.”
    Smart servant. As happy as I was to be reminded of the guy’s name, I’d probably forget it within the hour. Elf names were really weird, and they all sounded the same. I swear they picked baby names by grabbing a handful of Scrabble tiles and putting them in a random order.
    “I’ll be there,” I assured him. He activated the gate and vanished.
    Haagenti finally off my back. That would be glorious. Plus, I was really curious what this guy had in mind. Screw the boring Iblis stuff, this elf had a far more interesting activity for me.
    “Playing with elves?” Gregory asked as I came back in.
    I grinned. “Every chance I get.”
    “This high lord is very foolish.”
    “They never contact us unless they’re desperate. They know the risks, and they’ve carefully weighed out their options. I’ve done stuff for other elves, but not this particular guy. I’ve never met him. He probably wants something dead and doesn’t care about the mess, or collateral damage”
    “As I said—very foolish.”
    I nodded. I didn’t care. It would get Haagenti off my back, and it would be more interesting than these horrible stacks of papers on my table.
    “Are we done here,” I asked, indicating the paperwork. “It’s getting late and I’ve got other things to do.”
    Gregory looked disappointed. “I guess we can call it a night. We’ve covered the major issues. I’ll leave the rest for you to peruse at your leisure. I trust that you’ll review it all before the meeting?”
    Now who was foolish? “Oh, of course. I’ll have it all read by the end of the evening,” I lied.
    He sighed and stacked the papers neatly, putting them on my kitchen counter. “Then unless some pressing matter arises, I’ll meet you here to bring you to the council meeting.”
    He vanished and I stood in my dining room, with a noisy houseguest, paperwork I had no intention of reading, and a head at my back door. Crap. The head. I walked over and looked at it. It looked back at me, the eyes glazed with decomposition, the skin grey and papery. Guess I better get rid of it before it leaked even more on my floor.
    I glanced up and saw Boomer standing outside the huge French doors leading to my pool. At the moment he looked like a regular dog, a tall brindle Plot hound with floppy ears and golden green eyes. At will he could switch to his hellhound form, which was significantly larger with two massive heads. Boomer stared at the head through the glass with that peculiar fixation a dog gets when he really, really wants something. I picked up the head to toss it out to him and was amused to see his eyes track the movement.
    It felt just like a human head, I wondered again. Nothing at all to indicate it had ever housed a demon. An odd thought struck me. Nothing at all to indicate it had ever housed a demon. How had Gregory known? Did someone alert the angels to this oddity? Humans wouldn’t have been able to tell. As a demon, I couldn’t tell. Humans died all the time; did angels examine each one of them? Maybe a werewolf had reported it?
    Werewolves. I texted Candy. Might as well have her take a smell before Boomer ate the evidence.
    Can you come by? I need you to sniff a head.
    A few seconds passed before I heard the beep of a message.
    Do u have autocorrect on? You wrote “sniff a head”.
    I wrote back: Seriously.