Chapter 23: A Guest at the Villa
Priscilla’s POV
It had been over a week since Wyatt kicked me out, and it didn’t help that I felt really guilty. What was I thinking? I knew how he felt about me. And I used it to gain power over him.
I remembered how his eyes practically glowed as he got angry with me. But I couldn’t stop, refusing to admit when I was wrong. Call it stubbornness. Too prideful to apologize. I knew my sins.
Of course, Astrid found me a room at the villa. I debated whether or not to just get a hotel, but they were expensive and even less secure against vampires. Granted, I didn’t have possession over this room, so a pureblood could just walk in and out of my room.
So, I poured a salt line, blessed it to protect myself against anyone with poor intentions. I had a few tricks up my sleeve, but I still didn’t like being surrounded by vampires. Council members frequently walked up and down the halls, in and out of meeting with Eva.