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Fortunately they hadn’t gone too far; they still had their pants on, but only just.
    They were kissing with a passion that I’d thought only John and I could generate. Martin had his arms thrown around Leo’s neck. Leo was running his hands up and down Martin’s back and along his smooth curves. Leo’s hands went lower to slip inside Martin’s pants and pull Martin hard into him. Martin responded by groaning and thrusting into Leo.
    I pulled my head out and shut the door.
    There were a few thumps inside and the door was thrown open. It was Leo. Martin appeared behind him, his face expressionless. The three of us stood there without speaking for a long moment.
    Then Leo said, ‘If it isn’t life or death, Emma, get lost,’ and slammed the door in my face.
    ‘Next time damn well lock your door!’ I shouted.
    ‘Immortals know not to barge in!’ he shouted back.
    ‘Well, I’m not Immortal,’ I grumbled as I stomped away.
    I dropped the pretence of being irritated with them as I walked back to my office; it felt too good to have all the family finally together and in Heaven. I stopped and took a deep breath; the breeze was tinged with the warmth of spring, and the snow on the gardens was beginning to melt. The air of the Heavens was always clean and sweet, and as I walked along the path between the budding flowers I experienced a moment of true joy. We were all in Heaven together; we’d made it. Nothing would ever tear us apart.
    I arrived at the barracks building, where some demons on ladders were hanging a brass calligraphy sign above the door. A delighted laughing group of students stood around watching them. John was under the sign at the front of the group, with his hands on his hips and a look of smug satisfaction. I took a short detour to see what the sign said, full of dread, and realised with dismay that I was right. It read Turtle’s Folly in John’s elegant flowing hand. Stone turtles stood on either side of the door to reinforce the point.
    One of the students pointed at the sign. ‘Have you seen this, Lady Emma? How cool is this?’
    ‘That’s what the barracks down in Hong Kong were called,’ one of the seniors said.
    John crossed his arms over his chest. ‘It is a fitting description for all of you.’
    One of the Chinese students raised both his arms in triumph. ‘We are the Turtle’s Folly!’
    ‘Yes, we are!’ another student yelled, and they all cheered and clapped, whistling at the demons who were finishing the placement of the sign.
    ‘You are all completely insane,’ I said, and couldn’t hide my grin as I headed towards my office.
    ‘It was your idea to call it the Folly!’ John called after me, and the cheers and whistles increased.
    I set the spreadsheet to print, and went out to Yi Hao’s desk to collect it from the printer in the office anteroom.
    ‘Needs more toner,’ I said.
    ‘Already?’ Yi Hao said. ‘I filled it up not long ago.’
    ‘Did Yi Hao just scold you?’ John said as he came in with Ronnie Wong.
    ‘I would never scold Miss Emma,’ Yi Hao said, indignant.
    John and I shared a quick smile. Yi Hao didn’t know it, but John and I had a bet that if I could make her full-on scold me John would have to buy me dinner. It was unheard of for a demon to approach free will so quickly — in only twelve years. Both Yi Hao and Er Hao agreed it was because they’d been tamed by me; and I wasn’t just a bewildering Westerner, I was completely impossible to work for as well.
    ‘Hi, Ronnie,’ I said.
    Ronnie placed his battered briefcase of fung shui equipment on the floor and saluted me. ‘Lady Emma. The Dark Lord is attempting to help me recover what I have lost, and is showing me how to set seals.’
    ‘It would be wonderful if you could regain that skill,’ I said. ‘The Heavens need your ability at setting seals. The Dark Lord can’t be going around scribbling on paper all day.’
    ‘The seals on the Mountain are completely down and I can’t spare a