Clara went from a single individual to six. It was as though Clara was a prism exposed to white light. The transition was as quick as a lightning bolt, and just as suddenly every chair was filled.
Evelyn gasped, but quickly covered her mouth to conceal her slight. This was not something Evelyn expected, even if she saw something similar take place in the summer.
“You’re already familiar with Hecate and her three personas,” Clara began. “Silver, Sparky and Ethereal.”
The vampire played the game well, acknowledging them without staring. Although there was a pause on Ethereal, a hint that her translucency was off-putting.
“The one with feline features, and wearing the latest in ancient Egyptian fashion is Bastet,” Clara went on.
Evelyn quickly realised why the meal choice was different for Bastet. Clara caught her gaze and winked as the selection might be entertaining.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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