“How did she—” one of them sputtered.
Voltaire held up a hand to quiet them. His smile broadened.
“She's the real deal; the sibyl, after all,” Voltaire said, turning slightly to them and back to me. “Of course she would know these things.” He made a slight bow to me. “Our real names are not important.”
Rick made a scathing noise from a chair in the corner and tried to hide it with a fake cough, but continued to study his iPhone.
“Your name is Alan Tisch,” I said. If I wanted to I could name all of them right then and there, but I'd already astonished them to this degree, any further and I'd only be showing off.
Alan/Voltaire bowed a little deeper. “You are, of course, correct. Nevertheless, I go by my alter name when in the service of The Priory.” He looked at his companions. “If I ma
