Priscilla’s POV

The world distorted around me like I was looking through a pane of cloudy glass. Swirling and melting until I was plunged into darkness.

Moments inched by as lights flickered around the darkness, slowly illuminating the seamless corners. Images lit up around me, a cacophony of noise so overwhelming I had to grip my head to get my bearings.

I wasn’t used to this like Wyatt was. I had never done this before. My mind pounded, being stretched to its limit, ...