Red Rover
Citra mumbles, not bothering to hide her sarcasm.
Huitzilopochtli chuckles, but Kamama offers a sincere, “We are sorry for the intrusion. We know this is highly irregular, but we bring important news.”
“Come, sit,” I offer, stepping aside from my chair. JoJo and Nora do the same—but Kanati lifts his hand.
“No,” he says simply. His English is rare and clipped, which only makes us feel how much weight it carries that he’s using it.
He waves his hand. Three simple wooden chairs appear out of nothing, pulsing with power. The three of them sit.
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