Chapter 29: Finding Home

Priscilla’s POV

“Hey, Astrid,” I greeted as I opened the door to the lodge. Wyatt had told me that he invited her by. I appreciated it. I wanted to avoid the villa for as long as possible. The memory of what happened felt heavy in my head.

At least at the lodge, I had the shifters.

The crickets and bugs were chirping loudly, the crescent moon night in the sky. Oddly enough, her husband was with her, offering me a friendly wave. I looked behind them at the driveway, seeing an elegant muscle car parked there.

I quirked an eyebrow, learning a lot about Rowan just from the type of car he drove. Made sense, Astrid would never admit it to me, but by the copious amounts of racing movies she watched throughout my childhood, it made sense that she’d marry someone with the same taste in cars.

My sister nervously played with a strand of her hair. “I hope you don’t mind that I brought Rowan with me.”