“Mexico City,” he said absently, still thinking of the images from her dream. He’d been there twice, on hunting trips with Juan and a few of the others.

“Definitely? You’re positive?”

Alex shrugged. “No other place is that big. Plus that square you described has got to be the Zócalo – it’s one of the largest squares in the world.” He rubbed his forehead, where a dull ache was beginning to pound.

Willow started to say something and stopped, touching his arm. “Are you okay? You look really pale.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He dropped his hand. “Listen, if what you’re leading up to is that you think we need to go there—”

“We do need to go there,” she broke in anxiously. “The Sierra Madre isn’t where we’re supposed to be; Mexico City is – I’m sure of it. Only, I don’t know what’s going to happen once we’re there. The dream didn’t feel very...cheerful, exactly.”

Great. He let out a breath. “Willow...”

“Alex, listen to me. It wasn’t just a dream; it was a premonition. We have to go.”

His voice hardened. “You do know that Mexico City is literally about the last place on the planet I’d ever want to take you, right? The Church of Angels is huge there – and the city was full of angels even before the Invasion. Any angel that saw your aura would know exactly who you are. We’re in enough danger just sitting here, but at least we can do a scan first. In a city that size? No way.”

“I know.” Willow was still touching his arm; her fingers felt warm against his skin. “But how often do angels scan auras when they’re in their human bodies? Don’t they usually wait until they’re in their angel form, about to feed?”

“The ones I’ve tracked usually do,” he admitted.

“And you’ve tracked hundreds,” she pointed out. “So it must be pretty typical. If an angel saw my aura when it was about to feed on someone, then we’d probably see it, too. We’d have a good chance of getting it.”

When it came to Willow’s safety, probably and good chance were not his favourite words. Looking down, Alex took her hand, playing with her fingers. “How strongly do you feel we need to go there?” he asked at last.

“Really strongly,” she said without hesitating. “The sound of all those angels screaming...” She trailed off. Slowly, she said, “Alex, it feels like something’s going to happen in Mexico City that could cause the angels serious harm. Only we have to be there for it to take place. We have to be.”