She wasn't stupid. Gracious of you, he said, and put an extra touch of sarcasm into his voice. The high priest Pinotl came onto the stage. It was some of the most uncomfortable magic I'd ever felt, unclean, as if the power itself would eat your flesh if you stayed too close to it for too long.
If you were into Meso-Americans, his profile was perfect. I was betting the cross was glowing for her benefit, maybe others' but mostly hers. If I hadn't had the marks on me, he'd have probably killed me with that one blow. I got one and followed his example.
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