It was the smell that drew Vivian from the room, guiding her down the iron staircase, through the lush, overgrown courtyard, a soothing trickle of water coming from the center fountain, and into the kitchen towards the back of the home, if you could even call this massive building a home. Vivian had wondered her first time at this place if it was originally designed as a home, its grandeur only overtaken by the fact it sat directly across from St. Louis Cathedral.
Vivian slowed her pace as she neared the opening into the kitchen, voices muffled by the sound of a sizzling pan. Gently stepping closer, she strained to eavesdrop on Ava and Everett’s conversation. She didn’t need to know anything about Everett’s past or future intentions with Cici, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to know. Or maybe they’d be talking about the prophecy. Vivian had no illusions that Ava would not tell him.