Pushing open the door, Vivian had prepared herself for anything, telling her mind to take in everything and spit it right back up in the form of killing everyone that she saw, except for Everett. But as Vivian charged into the room, she was stopped dead in her tracks by what she saw.
It was a wide, enclosed courtyard like the one in New Orleans. Balconies all around the open space and in the center of the room, on a raised pedestal, a white glowing orb surrounding them, were three figures. Caleb, Everett, and Rebecca.
"That's Emma," Ava pointed to Rebecca.
Vivian struggled to wrap her mind the fact that Rebecca Theologos, the archaeologist that gave them access to the tablets, that studied them for years, that took her for drinks and obsessively talked about Everett was the witch that was helping Caleb bring the world to its knees.
"No, that can't be. That is Rebecca."
"Who's Rebecca?"