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
