Electra's POV
I wanted to believe I was stuck in a nightmare. No, I needed to believe it, because the alternative—that this insanity was actually happening—was too much to handle.
I had been here before, in Seraphina's room, having the exact same conversation, storming out for the exact same reason, and running into the exact same people over and over, like some twisted time loop that refused to let me escape.
The first time it repeated, I thought I was imagining things. Maybe I was tired. Maybe the trauma of everything that had happened recently had finally gotten to me, and my brain was playing tricks on me, but by the second and third time? There was no denying it.
This was real, or at least, as real as my messed-up reality could get.
