“You never did tell me why you were here in Philadelphia,” she remarked. They’d gone at it like minks on her living room floor the moment he’d walked in. Now they were taking a break for much-needed sustenance. “The job?” He thought he’d try the easy answer but he wasn’t surprised when she shook her head. “Okay. The gargoyle population has been having some problems. Our seers claim that they can be fixed by the recovery of certain magical artifacts. And according to the most recent vision, one of the artifacts is here in Philadelphia. So I was sent to try to find it.” “What kind of artifact?” She sipped her red wine and played with the long antique necklace she always wore. With her dressed in nothing but an oversized hockey jersey and him in his boxers, it was hard to keep his mind on anything but sex, even the survival of his own race. “A belt,” he told her. “Part of the original regalia of our ruler. When the gargoyles were created, we were given four talismans to protect our people.
