Priscilla’s POV

“I can’t do it, Wyatt,” I mumbled, exhaustion making my shoulders slack as my anxiety ran its course. All that was left was resentment towards myself. I can’t believe I actually agreed to kill Oriana if it all went south.

Two sets of gnashing teeth against my soul. One cried out for the greater good. The betterment of all. The other selfishly refused because Oriana was family. The conflicting feelings crashed into one another, swarming into this ball of ...