Third-person Pov
Seraphina had never felt such a twisting, confusing ache in her chest. It was like she had a million emotions running through her at the same time, and she couldn't even sort through them.
After she left Electra's room, a strange, mixed feeling gripped her—exhilaration, guilt, and fear. She couldn't deny the thrill and the warmth that lingered on her skin from Electra's touch, but as she headed toward the infirmary, guilt and shame started to creep up on her, pushing aside her momentary joy.
What had she done?
She had just shared an experience that was entirely new to her—intense, exhilarating, and utterly consuming—with the most captivating person she had ever met, but she couldn't bring herself to be happy about it.
She glanced down at her hands, feeling like they belonged to someone else, feeling as though she had just crossed an invisible line she couldn't uncross.
