Priscilla’s POV

It had been a few days since I helped Wyatt calm down in his office. Watching that unregulated expression of anger cross his features, marred them into something unrecognizable. I didn’t want to see him like that again.

But watching his terrifying expression melt into uncertainty. I got a glimpse of that softness he had inside. That overwhelming urge to protect those he cared about. If I could see him like that every single day. Raw and soft. I think I would ...