Electra's POV
As soon as I stepped out of Seraphina's room, I let out a long, frustrated sigh. My chest felt tight, a mix of irritation and discomfort swirling inside me.
Talking about my past—especially about my mother—wasn't something I planned to do, not with anyone, and definitely not with Seraphina, and the fact that she'd even brought it up again this morning made my skin crawl.
I quickened my pace, heading down the hallway toward my room, hoping to avoid any nosy eyes or curious questions about why I was sneaking out of Seraphina Vale's room so early in the morning. The last thing I needed was more attention.
But, of course, fate had other plans for me.
"Electra!" a voice called from behind, and even before I turned around, I knew who it was.
Yuna. The upbeat, ever-inquisitive Yuna, who had somehow managed to make it her personal mission to stick her nose into every aspect of my life.
