Third-person Pov
Electra watched as Seraphina's wide eyes glistened with tears, her lips trembling as she struggled to process what she had just said to her. The sight stirred something exhilarating in Electra—a feeling of power reclaiming its rightful place.
Seraphina's fear was evident, so evident, and it made Electra's blood hum with satisfaction. She felt herself smiling, a wicked twist of her lips, before she consciously wiped it away, schooling her expression into something more neutral. The last thing she needed was to appear too eager or amused.
This moment was crucial—she had to reassert control after the humiliating episode of Seraphina slapping her. The mere memory of that incident sent anger coursing through her, and that lone tear that had escaped her eyes in front of her friends had been a low point, but she had convinced herself it wasn't weakness.
