Priscilla’s POV

It had been over a week since Wyatt kicked me out, and it didn’t help that I felt really guilty. What was I thinking? I knew how he felt about me. And I used it to gain power over him.

I remembered how his eyes practically glowed as he got angry with me. But I couldn’t stop, refusing to admit when I was wrong. Call it stubbornness. Too prideful to apologize. I knew my sins.

Of course, Astrid found me a room at the villa. I debated whether or not to ...