Chatper 13: Facing Demons

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 reply, looking helplessly into the foyer, feeling mildly comforted by his gaze. Oriana kept looking back and forth between Wyatt and me. I could see the guilt on her face. Wyatt’s eyes left mine for a moment, exchanging words with Oriana.

It took me a moment to realize that he was sending her over to me. Oriana beamed and left his side, coming right toward me. His mossy eyes met mine again and I wanted to say thank you. He turned away from me and ascended the stairs.