Priscilla’s POV

I stared across the hallway at Wyatt as he stood there with Oriana, waiting to meet with Eva. My heart pounded in my chest. Astrid and Jessica were sitting on a lounge next to me, staring a hole into me.

Stop looking at me, I wanted to say. I felt vulnerable, but I fought the urge to pull my legs up to my chest like an anxious adolescent.

“I’m so sorry that I said that, Cilla. It wasn’t my place. I know that,” Jessica said.

I didn’t ...