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you usually have to meditate to have. She couldn’t read things she didn’t have inside herself. She wasn’t a goddess. She was a vampire, not like any vampire I’d ever known before, but that was what she was. Yet she believed she was Itzpapalotl, the living personification of the sacrificial knife, the obsidian blade. She was lying to herself, and thus she couldn’t see a lie in someone else. She didn’t understand what truth was, so she couldn’t recognize that either. She was fooling herself on a cosmic scale, and it weakened her. But I wasn’t going to march out there and point out the error of her ways. She was just a vampire and not a goddess, but I’d had a taste of her power and I did not want to be on her dirty list.

With her power flowing through me like a rising wind, warm and smelling of flowers that I did not recognize, I didn’t even want to burst her bubble. I hadn’t felt this good in days. I turned back to the mirror, and my eyes were still that spreading blackness. I should have been scared or screaming, but I wasn’t scared, and all I could think was, cool.

“Shouldn’t your eyes go back to normal?” he asked, and again I felt that tightness of fear in him.

“Eventually, but if we really want answers to our questions, we need to go back and ask her.”

He gave one quick nod, after you, and I realized that Edward didn’t trust me at his back. He thought that she had possessed me. I didn’t argue with him. I just walked through the door first and went back to talk to Itzpapalotl. I hoped Ramirez hadn’t tried to put handcuffs on her. She wouldn’t like that, and what she didn’t like, her followers didn’t like, and there were a hundred and two vampires. I had no idea how many werejaguars she had. This was a feeding not meant for them. But it was a small army, and Ramirez hadn’t brought that much backup.

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RAMIREZ HADN’T PUT cuffs on anyone, but he had called for more backup. There were four more uniforms in the room, and about twenty werejaguars. The audience was watching it all as if it were part of the show. I guess if they could sit through what had been done to Seth, they could sit through a little police action.

I was ahead of Edward as we came into the room. He fell a step behind me, the way we often did when one of us was going to be in charge of the next few minutes. Maybe my eyes were glowing black pits, but Edward still trusted me to calm the situation. Good to know.

The werejaguars were moving through the tables, trying to flank the cops. The uniforms had their hands on their guns. The holsters were unbuckled. It wasn’t going to take much to get a gun drawn and the shit to hit the fan. Be a shame to push this big a button when the vampires weren’t trying to hurt anybody.

One of the jaguars was moving again, trying to close the circle around the police. I touched his arm. His power trembled over my hand, and it was more than just my own power, or the marks, that flared and answered that rush. He looked down at me and saw the eyes or felt her power, whatever it was, when I said, “Back up, go stand with the others.” He did it. Progress. Now if only the police would be as reasonable.

I turned to the police and started walking towards them. One of the new uniforms said, “Shit,” hand on gun, other hand out like a traffic stop. “Don’t come any closer.”

“Ramirez,” I said, and made sure my voice carried.

“It’s okay. She’s with us,” he said.

“But her eyes,” the uniform said.

“She’s with us. Let her through, now.” Ramirez’s voice was low, but the anger carried.

The uniforms parted like a curtain, very careful not to touch me as I went past. I guess I couldn’t blame them, though I wanted to. I was finally at the table with Edward behind me, and the nervous uniforms beyond him. I faced Itzpapalotl across the table. Pinotl was at her side, but they were no longer holding hands. His eyes were still as black as mine, but hers were normal. Strangely, with the hood pushed back to show that delicate face and those normal seeming eyes, she looked the most human of the three of us.

Ramirez had laid some of the