Electra's POV
The tug on my hair was enough to make my blood boil. I could feel the girl's fingers tangled in it, pulling just hard enough to make a point but not enough to cause real pain—yet.
She thought she was being bold, probably trying to intimidate me, but all she was doing was pushing me closer to the edge of my already thin patience.
I sat rigid, my hands gripping the edges of the table so tightly my knuckles turned white. I had to remind myself—over and over—that I couldn't just slam her head into the table like I wanted to. Not this time. Not anymore.
I wasn't Electra Vale, the princess who could do whatever she wanted and get away with it. Now I was just some girl in Class 4, and if I hurt someone, there'd be consequences. Real consequences.
But that didn't make it any easier to sit still.
