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“I doubt this one had a pulse,” I said, and I was looking at the vampires while I said it. “It takes energy to make a vamp’s heart beat and he didn’t have any.”

“You feel pity for him,” Itzpapalotl said.

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

“Your friend does not.”

I glanced at Edward. His face showed nothing. It was nice to know there were still some differences between us. I felt pity. He didn’t. “Probably he doesn’t.”

“But there is no regret in either of you, no guilt.”

“Why should we feel guilty? We just killed him. We didn’t turn him into a crawling, starved thing.”

Even under the masking cloak, I could feel her grow still with that awful stillness that only the old ones have. Her voice came warm with the first thread of anger. “You presume to judge me.”

“No, just stating facts. If he hadn’t been starved worse than any vamp I’ve ever seen outside of a coffin prison, he would never have attacked me.” I also thought that they could have tried harder to get him off of me, but didn’t say it out loud. I really didn’t want to piss her off with eighty or so vamps waiting upstairs between us and the door. That wasn’t even taking into account the werejaguars.

“And if I told my starved ones that they could feed off of you, all of them, what would they do?” she asked.

The starved vamp on the leash, looked up at that. His eyes never stayed on anyone too long, flitting from face to face to face, but he’d heard her.

My stomach jerked tight in a knot hard enough to hurt. I had to blow out a breath to be able to talk around the sudden flutter of my pulse. There’d been at least ten, fifteen of the starved ones. “They’d attack us,” I said.

“They would fall upon you like ravening dogs,” she said.

I nodded, hand settling more securely on the butt of my gun. “Yeah.” If she gave the order, my first bullet was going between her eyes. If I died, I wanted to take her with me. Vindictive, but true.

“The thought frightens you,” she said.

I tried to see her face in that hood, but some trick of shadow left only her small bowed mouth visible. “If you can feel all these emotions, then you can tell a lie from a truth.”

She lifted her face, a sudden defiant movement. A look passed over her face, the barest flicker across that calmness. She really couldn’t tell lie from truth. Yet she sensed regret, pity, fear. Truth and lie should have come in there somewhere.

“My starved ones are useful from time to time.”

“So you starve them deliberately.”

“No,” she said. “The great creator god sees they are weak and does not sustain them as he sustains us.”

“I don’t understand.”

“They are allowed to feed as gods feed, not as animals.”

I frowned. “Sorry, I still don’t get it.”

“We will show you how a god feeds, Anita.” She said my name like it was meant to be said, making it a rolling three syllable word, making of the ordinary name something exotic.

“Shapeshifter coming down,” Bernardo said. He had his gun up and pointed.

“I have called a priest to feed the gods.”

“Let him come down,” I said. I looked at that delicate face and tried to read what was there, but there was nothing home that I could talk to, nothing I could understand. “I don’t mean to be insulting, my apologies if I am being insulting, but we came here to talk about the murders. I would like to ask you some questions.”

“Your vast knowledge of things arcane and things Aztec has brought us to you,” Edward said.

I fought not to raise eyebrows at him, just nodding. “Yeah, what he said.”

She actually smiled. “You still believe I and my people are merely vampires. You do not truly believe that we are gods.”

She had me there, but she couldn’t smell a lie. “I’m Christian. You saw that when the cross glowed. That means I’m a monotheist, so if you guys are gods, then it’s something of a problem for me.” That was so diplomatic, even I was impressed.

“We will prove it to you, then we will offer you hospitality as our guests, then we will talk business.”

I’ve learned over the years that if someone says they’re a god, you don’t argue with them unless you’re better armed.