Wyatt's POV
A horrible knot formed on the back of Wyatt's head as he watched Priscilla's eyelids flutter as if she was dreaming intensely. His heart hammered in his chest, anxiety bubbling and fizzing in his throat.
The mind was a dangerous place. Easy to get lost. Absorbed. Killed. Leaving nothing but a mindless husk. Wyatt tried not to think about that. Priscilla was cunning and resourceful. Forged by her experiences and connected to Oriana in a way that he could never be.
Despite that, Priscilla shouldn't be the one traversing the mindscape, especially since she had never done it before. But Wyatt wasn't fast enough to evade Sekhmet's blow, the sheer force of her fist enough to pulverize a mortal.
When he slammed backwards into that tree, his spine whined, the whiplash rendering
