Electra's POV
The hallway was quiet as I made my way back to class, my mind still buzzing with the aftermath of everything that had happened today.
All I wanted to do now was grab my bag and head back to the dormitory, and a decent nap sounded like the only way to clear my head after the ridiculous day I'd had.
Between the fight, Astor's dramatics, and Seraphina's sudden and convenient intervention, I was running low on patience for anyone or anything else. But when I arrived at the door to my classroom, there she was—Yuna.
She was standing just outside, clutching our bags like some overeager personal assistant. The sight of her immediately made me roll my eyes.
