Electra's POV
Hearing Seraphina call me a violent tyrant stung in a way I wasn't prepared for. The words hit deeper than I wanted to admit, not because they were said to hurt me—no, Seraphina's tone hadn't been biting. It was almost as if she were stating a fact, and maybe that's what made it worse.
It wasn't anger that rose in me, which was strange in itself. Normally, my instinct would be to lash out, to make sure no one ever dared to speak to me like that again, but this time, what I felt was far more unsettling: guilt.
A dull ache settled in my chest, and I hated it. I hated that her words had gotten under my skin.
I was still trying to process everything. She'd known all along that our lives had been switched—knew—and she'd said nothing. When I confronted her the day it happened, she looked me dead in the eye and lied.
