Noah stood frozen in the room, his eyes darting between the two women. The Rebecca in his arms—the one he had just finished making love to. The other Rebecca, standing by the door, stared at him with tears streaming down her face, her expression a mixture of betrayal and anger.
"Rebecca?" he managed, his voice cracking as he pulled away from the woman in his arms.
The Rebecca by the door wiped her tears roughly, glaring at him. "Can't you use your nose for once?" she spat, her voice laced with bitterness. "This is Elizabeth. Even I can tell."
Noah's heart pounded in his chest as he turned back to the woman who had been in his arms. The transformation was swift but unmistakable: the warm, familiar features of Rebecca melted away, replaced by the sharp, knowing eyes of Elizabeth, his best friend and a witch of considerable magic.