Betty's POV. 

The ride with the High Priestess, AKA Mrs Salome, was strangely quiet.

I kept expecting her to say something mystical, or offer one of her cryptic warnings, but instead she simply drove, tapping her fingers lightly on the steering wheel, humming under her breath like an ordinary woman which felt surreal.

A few hours ago, she was summoning ancient forces and arguing with a council, now she was offering me a ride like some kind aunt.

When we finally pulled up to the hostel, ...