Priscilla’s POV

After getting dressed in the clothes I had left at the lodge, I was to meet with Wyatt in the living room. I didn’t know what he would do exactly, but if it pointed me in the direction of the motherfucker that cursed me, then it was worth it.

Part of me was concerned about what Wyatt would see in my head. How much I would reveal to him. He had already seen some of my darkest parts and hadn’t turned me away yet. Never once looking at me any ...