Priscilla’s POV

Wyatt had told me once he had to strategize what to say to me more than he had to when determining moves on a battlefield. That should have told me I made him nervous, uncertain. He was a man that lived in his thoughts.

His words always had purpose. He was not the type of man to speak for the luxury of hearing his own voice. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him swear once. So, hearing him swear, losing all trace of intelligent thought ...