Seraphina's POV
As soon as Electra finished her dinner, I offered a quick apology to Yuna. "I need to borrow your friend for a while," I said, keeping my tone light and polite. "Hope you don't mind."
Before Yuna could respond—or worse, Electra could protest—I grabbed Electra's wrist and started dragging her out of the dining hall.
"Hey!" Electra hissed, jerking slightly against my hold. "What the hell are you doing? And where are you taking me?"
Ignoring her protests, I kept walking, making sure my grip was firm so that she wouldn't pull away easily. I could feel the curious eyes of a few students following us, no doubt wondering why I was manhandling the supposedly disgraced new girl.
Once we were clear of the dining hall and out in the quieter corridor, I released her wrist. Electra immediately rubbed at the spot as if I'd burned her, scowling at me with the kind of annoyance I'd grown used to seeing in her eyes.
