far closer than I’d realized. Her eyes were still black with the gleam of silver starlight in them. Did her eyes ever look normal, or were they permanently stuck like this, the way Micah’s eyes were to leopard?
“But Hector is like a Trojan horse, he’s not here to fight Rafael and be king, he’s here to destroy us all.”
“He must kill me first and that is no easy task.” He was so confident now; the doubts of earlier in the day were like an illusion he’d shaken off.
“If he used vampire powers, is that cheating?” I asked.
“It would depend on the power,” Rafael said.
“That’s crazy,” I said, and let go of Pierette so I could touch him; what I wanted to do was grab him by his shirt and shake him, but since he wasn’t wearing a shirt, I settled for touching his arm and the top of his shorts on one side. “Rafael, you’ve felt his power before and now he has even more power. We can’t let him use that here on you, on the rodere.”
“He called to my beast and I could not refuse him, but now he is in our inner sanctum and we have power here that we do not have in the outside world.”
“What power?” I asked.
Neva came close to us and spoke low. “I believe the reach of our magic will go outside of here now.”
Rafael turned to her, sliding an arm around my waist without thinking, as if it were just the natural thing to do. I wasn’t sure it was natural, but I slid in closer to him as if I agreed. Frankly, I was too tense to cuddle well. We were all in terrible danger—didn’t he understand that?
“We have small magic outside here,” Rafael said.
“No, my king, not small, not tonight, not with her power inside you, and the power of a goddess similar to ours inside her.”
I started to open my mouth to argue that Obsidian Butterfly wasn’t a goddess, or that I was a monotheist, but honestly, I was more interested in her saying they had a goddess similar to Obsidian Butterfly. I knew they didn’t have a vampire as powerful as her hidden away in here, so what did Neva mean?
“What do you mean about a goddess power inside Anita?” he asked.
“All women have the power of the Goddess in them,” Neva said, as if she were telling him something he should already know.
“Of course, but you were not speaking in generalities,” he said.
“Get away from me, all of you!” Hector yelled.
“He is done talking to the rest of us,” Claudia said, and handed the microphone to Rafael.
The young bruja that Neva had called mija came forward and said, “Carlos texts that Hector smells like a stranger, and Abuela Flora says he smells like a tlahuelpuchi.”
“Isn’t that just another word for vampire?” I said.
“Young people think so,” Neva said.
“They are born, not made, and their desire for blood only arises at puberty,” the young bruja said.
“It is good to know you can listen as well as talk, mija,” Neva said.
“Gracias, abuela,” she said, and looked pleased with herself. I wondered if abuela, which I knew meant grandmother, was an honorary term or a familial one. I’d ask later; the last time I’d seen my own abuela I’d been fourteen.
Rafael said, “If all supernatural blood suckers are defined as vampires, then yes, a tlahuelpuchi is a type of vampire.”
“Can’t we use that to just take him into custody?” I asked.
“You cannot be here as a marshal, Anita,” Rafael said.
“I don’t mean me taking him into custody, I mean you guys jumping his ass and capturing him so that we can use him to find Padma.”
“Challenge has been given and accepted, Anita,” Rafael repeated.
Benito said, “I’d like nothing better than to jump his ass, but once inside the fighting pit there are no excuses for canceling a fight.”
“Even the fact that we know he’s a Trojan horse for an evil vampire?” I asked.
“A Trojan horse is only dangerous if you don’t know that it is full of enemies,” Neva said.
I looked into her black eyes and realized that the other bruja with her had normal eyes; only Neva’s stayed in power mode. “What are you planning to do?” I asked.
“Win,” she said.
“Rafael,” Hector yelled, “are we going to fight, or will you talk the night away, old man?”
Rafael raised his arm so that the brand on his arm showed clearly. “If you want my crown, little boy, come and