Seraphina's POV
After spending hours lost in my own thoughts, I finally reached a breaking point. It was like something inside me had snapped. I didn't know what I was doing or why I felt the urge to confront Electra now of all times, but I couldn't hold it in any longer.
First, there was the guilt. The memory of what I'd done to her on that rooftop haunted me. Sure, it wasn't anywhere near as cruel as the things Electra had done to others when she was herself, but it wasn't like me either.
It wasn't like Seraphina Hook, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized how dangerously close I was to becoming the very thing I hated—a bully, a tyrant, and someone who found pleasure in causing pain.
Second, there was the upcoming banquet at the palace. The thought of being surrounded by royalty, acting as if I belonged there, made my stomach churn. I didn't even know what the Queen looked like, much less how I was supposed to behave as her daughter.
