Wyatt’s POV

A horrible knot formed on the back of Wyatt’s head as he watched Priscilla’s eyelids flutter as if she was dreaming intensely. His heart hammered in his chest, anxiety bubbling and fizzing in his throat.

The mind was a dangerous place. Easy to get lost. Absorbed. Killed. Leaving nothing but a mindless husk. Wyatt tried not to think about that. Priscilla was cunning and resourceful. Forged by her experiences and connected to Oriana in a way that he could never ...