Electra's Pov
Yuna let out a loud, frustrated sigh, crossing her arms as she stayed rooted in place. I glared at her, my irritation spiking.
I had expected her to do as I asked and leave—walk out that door and let me have some peace for once, but no. She stood there like she had something important to say, which only made me angrier.
"Why are you still here?" I snapped, my voice sharp and biting. "I told you to leave."
Instead of answering directly, Yuna tilted her head slightly, her expression softening just enough to make me feel like she thought I was some kind of charity case. "How are you feeling right now?" she asked quietly.
Her question hit me like a slap, not because it was particularly cruel or pointed, but because it was so… simple. Too simple. Too damn intrusive. My chest tightened, and I clenched my fists at my sides.
