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Three men in business casual drifted through the gate. Lust materialized beside me, making the air crackle with supernatural energy.

"The one in the gray blazer," he muttered. "Marketing executive. Terrible poet. Tried to woo a water nymph with haikus about drought."

I arched an eyebrow. "Fascinating. You know what would be really helpful? Having this kind of information in their actual files instead of just 'enjoys fine dining' and 'seeking meaningful connection.' "

He straightened his already perfect cuffs. "My filing system is perfectly adequate."

"Your filing system is why you're missing quota." The words slipped out before I could stop them.

His eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Ruby's arrival drew our attention. The wolf's crimson silk blouse and tailored slacks screamed corporate power player rather than predator as she embraced Diana.

"Still keeping this one in line?" Ruby nodded toward Lust, her smile sharp.

"As much as anyone can," Diana laughed. "How's the merger going?"

"Better now that I fired that warlock consultant who thought he knew more about pack dynamics than I did."

Two more men entered—a fae attorney whose profile actually mentioned his fondness for contract law puns, and a succubus whose only listed hobby was "collecting rare metals." I made another note about Lust's questionable information gathering skills.

"The succubus is actually quite the chef," Lust offered, as if reading my thoughts. "Specializes in molecular gastronomy."

"Let me guess, also not in his file?"

"Details are...fluid."

I snorted. "Like your quota requirements?"

His retort was cut off by Vivienne's arrival, the vampire's navy power suit making even Lust look underdressed. Diana floated over to greet her, leaving me to track another cluster of arriving men.

"Vivienne!" Diana air-kissed both cheeks. "That Valentino suit is criminal."

"Speaking of criminals," Vivienne's gaze slid to Lust, "remember that vampire earl you tried to set me up with? Please tell me he's not here tonight."

"He had excellent lineage," Lust protested.

"He still lived with his sire. In a crypt."

I bit back a laugh while marking another note. "Lived with sire. Let me guess, not in his file."

Lust cleared his throat while conveniently fixing the cuff of his coat.

Four more men entered: a warlock in a leather jacket, a fae attorney, and two shifters. I made another note about Lust's questionable matchmaking skills as conversations started to flow between the guests.

"The one in the blue tie," he murmured, "incredible pianist. Terrible taste in wine."

"And his file says...?"

"'Enjoys music and beverages.' "

"Seriously? How did you ever make any successful matches?"

His shoulders tensed. "I'll have you know?—"

"Astrid's here," I said as the demi-goddess glided through the gate.

Diana met her halfway. "You're glowing tonight."

"Solar flare season," Astrid shrugged, golden highlights in her hair literally shimmering. "Makes controlling the radiance tricky."