Electra's POV
I let out a shaky sigh of relief as soon as my eyes fluttered open and I realized two things: it was nighttime already, seeing how the room was dark, and I was still in my own room. My own bed. Not Seraphina's.
For a moment, I just lay there, staring up at the ceiling and letting my eyes adjust to the dark. It felt unreal—after repeating the same conversation, the same walk down the hallway, the same infuriating run-in with Yuna and Yura, I had finally broken free of that loop. And all it took was confessing one of the darkest truths of my life to Seraphina.
I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, trying to will away the memory of that conversation. Telling someone about Queen Jella's abuse—words I'd never spoken out loud before—felt like scraping my heart raw.
