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, and a sinking feeling settled in my gut. Coiling and slinking like slithering snakes.
This was a mistake. Oriana was going to die, and it was going to be my fault.
No, I decided. I didn’t have time to wonder if this was a good idea or not. I didn’t have time to regret this. The only thing that mattered was finding my niece and bringing her out.
Failure or not, I had to try. This was the only option.