Priscilla’s POV

When the haze left my mind, I thought I would wake up in the cellar, or in Wyatt’s room like last time. My eyes fluttered open, and I was met by the ancient Venetian architecture of the Romano villa.

My breath caught in my throat at the visual of my guest room. I tried to push it down, remembering how I was attacked by Bernardo in this room. Dust coated my shoulders, and for a moment, I thought it was vampire remains, but it was a different type of dust. Like ...