Betty's POV. 

The imposter's eyes darted past me, landing on the High Priestess and Claire.

In an instant, her shock morphed into recognition. 

She straightened, then bowed deeply and reverently, as if I wasn't even standing there. 

"Your Holiness. Lady Claire," she murmured.

Then she shut the door.

I stood there, frozen, my hand still half-raised from reaching for the handle. The click of the lock echoed in my ears like a gunshot.

"What?" My voice cracked. "What just happened? Did ...