Chapter 36: In Mourning

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 debris from a building.

What happened last night?

Across the room, Astrid was sitting in a chair, watching me intently. It freaked me out at first. She was completely still, dread accentuated on all of her features.

I sat up, the blanket curled around my body. “Oh, who died?” I joked, thrown by the seriousness of her expression.

She didn’t laugh. Didn’t smile. Her jaw was clenched tight as if she was gulping down tears.

My eyebrows came together, my voice dropping several octaves. “Who died?”