“Davis looked Priscilla up and down. “You're going with insanity?” He frowned. “In this case, I think it might work.” “I'm not insane!” Priscilla protested. “Mason is mine. He doesn't want me, so he has to die,” she stated plainly. “The other man was in the way. I didn't mean to shoot him.” She wiped at her tears with her manacled hands. “Just Mason.”