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know she's a succubus," I reminded him gently.
    "Nobody's perfect," he said.
    "We'll fix that as soon as we hit the room," Grandma said. When
she finally stopped, it wasn't in front of one of the cookie-cutter hotel doors
lining the endless hallway. She opened the industrial Exit door at the end of
the hallway and motioned us into the stairwell.
    I wrinkled my nose at the stale, metallic air. "You have a magical card
from a slot machine that told you to go to the stairwell?" Maybe this
wasn't magic.
    Let's see, Grandma was born in 1931. I started counting backwards.
    "Cut it, Lizzie," she said, digging the key card out of her back
jeans pocket. "This is our entrance."
    "The wall?" I stared at the cinder block in front of us. "Are
we going through?"
    Grandma rolled her eyes. "Sure, Hermione, whatever you say." She
slipped her key into the maintenance closet door and shoved it open.
    Instead of vacuums, mops and jugs of industrial carpet cleaner, I saw a
glittering hallway. "Oh my galoshes." I couldn't take my eyes off the
carpet. It shone like a lake on a sunny day. "Can I walk on it?"
    "Unless you want to string a rope from the ceiling," Grandma said
as she tromped right in. Incredible. I'd never seen anyone walk on water.
    "Come on, Lizzie. This entrance is private for a reason."
    I stepped onto the liquid floor. It felt solid under my feet, even as I
stared down into crystal clear waters. Schools of flat, impossibly bright
yellow fish darted among twisting black eels and large puffer fish. Spindly sea
urchins clung to coral reefs ablaze with color. I dipped my fingers into the
warm water. It looked and felt like a tropical lagoon, but when I lifted my
fingers away, they were dry. "This is amazing."
    "Yeah, it is pretty," Grandma agreed. "You forget what it's
like to see it for the first time."
    The door shut behind us, and I felt the wards close in. At last. They were
the magical equivalent of covering up in a warm blanket after a long, hard day.
I glanced at Phil. Too bad we still had work to do.
    Grandma led us down the porcelain white hallway.
    The brightness of the place, paired with the reflections from the water,
made me wish I had my sunglasses handy. Every few feet, alcoves cut into the
wall held bright burning orbs. "Are these for light?" I asked.
    Grandma laughed. "Look up, buttercup." A series of ornate
chandeliers lit our way. "These balls of fire are Skeeps. A concierge
service, if you will. Pluck one from the wall, ask him his name and then ask
him to do your bidding. But remember, if you use one, make sure to give him
very, very good instructions. You don't want these little suckers filling in
the blanks."
    I'd remember that.
    "Oooh!" Pirate scrambled out of my grasp, his doggie claws
scraping my arms. He splashed down onto the carpet and raced into an alcove.
"Snacks!" Pirate adored vending machines.
    "Hey," he called, "Why are there crickets next to the
Cheetos?"
    "For the harpies," Grandma answered.
    "Let's just find our room," I said. We had bigger things to think
about—like recovering Dimitri and fixing Phil.
    "Right," Grandma said, two steps ahead of me. She shot me a look
over her shoulder. "We'll take care of Phil's, er, problem." I
followed her gaze to Phil practicing the wedding march behind us. Grandma shook
it off. "She's got hold of him all right. Why she feels the need to marry
him? Well, we'll find out soon enough."
    "What do you mean by that?" I asked, watching Phil wind two gold
rings around his finger and straighten his tuxedo tie. We couldn't possibly
know why a demon would want to marry my uncle. And he was in no condition to
tell us.
    "I have an idea," Grandma said.
    Oh no. "Let's keep it simple, okay?" We had enough to worry about
with unhooking Phil from the succubus and getting Dimitri back.
    Grandma ignored me. "What those demons don't realize is we can use
their link to learn a few things."
    "But we're going to break him free, right?" I was all for
knowledge, but Phil needed his