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given that Alka hadn’t left yet, he hadn’t anticipated supplying the supervision himself.
    Damn it, Alka.
    Gabe didn’t quite know what he was damning Alka for—honing her daughter’s prodigious talents with such focus and precision? Letting Lorin get away with her perception that status reports, schedules, job queues, or priorities didn’t apply to her? Leaving her post without giving him insight into how he, a werewolf mutt with dodgy lineage, was supposed to manage a reporting relationship with the Valkyrie Second? Giving birth to such an annoying creature in the first place?
    He was clearheaded and rational. Lorin was headstrong and impetuous. She argued with him for sport. And… she was so damn talented. Imagine, Noah Pritchard’s command box. Despite her protocol screwup, the Valkyrie Princess just might have made the archaeological find of the ages. Though he hadn’t seen the box for himself yet, Elliott had told him that the metal had some highly unusual properties. Gabe couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.
    But the timing was horrible.
    Now, almost five muscle-cramping hours later, he finally saw the landmark—a weathered wooden sign reading “Noah’s Ark Wilderness Camp”—and turned onto the private road. Before long, he reached the “church camp,” a scatter of buildings in a space cleared of pine trees. Gravel crunched under his tires as he parked between Lorin’s rattletrap truck and the black Impala he knew belonged to Lukas Sebastiani.
    Had Lukas given Lorin the happy news yet? As a Valkyrie, the urge to argue and fight was bred into her very bones, and her first instinct would be to kill the messenger. Gabe didn’t envy the man. He clipped his sunglasses back onto his thick-lensed rimless glasses, knocked back the last cold mouthful of gas station cappuccino, and slowly got out of the car. As he stretched his arms to the sky, a howl split the air.
    A wolf.
    “Is that all you got? You fight like a girl,” Gabe heard a male voice taunt. “C’mon, baby, show me some sweetness.”
    After a second of silence, he heard a higher berserker’s yell—female—followed by the sound of flesh hitting flesh.
    Gabe’s skin crawled. His brain skittered to scenes from every horror flick he’d ever seen. Reaching into the backseat of his car, he grabbed the first likely looking weapon—weenie-roasting sticks—and broke into a run.
    Where the hell was Sebastiani? Gabe pounded his way through the pine trees in his driving loafers, shoving at the branches slapping his face and torso, coming to an abrupt halt when he reached a grassy clearing about the size of a basketball court.
    Lorin was under attack, all right—but if the unholy grin on her face was anything to go by, she was enjoying herself immensely.
    He loosened his grip on the weenie-roasting sticks. Gabe didn’t recognize the man Lorin was sparring with, but he’d found Lukas Sebastiani. The big man stood at the edge of the clearing, watching the fight with an amused—and relieved?—look on his face. His brother Rafe stood at his side, cheering Lorin on with clear partisanship.
    His temper spiked. Gabe wasn’t as jacked in to the Underworld Council grapevine as his sisters were, but even he knew that Lorin Schlessinger and Rafe Sebastiani were lovers. If he had to deal with incubi pheromones stinking the place up all summer long, he was definitely going to demand hazard pay.
    Looking at Rafe’s long, blond hair, his aristocratic features, the wicked grin, and the old-school aviator sunglasses that Gabe longed to be able to wear… of course Lorin was sleeping with him. The incubus was a physical ideal, and if his outrageous reputation was anything to go by, he pretty much slept with whomever he wanted.
    So why sleep with Lorin Schlessinger?
    Okay, that wasn’t quite fair. Despite her ferocious expression—teeth bared, a fresh scrape on her chin—Lorin was far from ugly. If pressed, Gabe would have to admit that, yeah, Lorin’s