Seraphina's POV
The moment I collided with someone and realized it was Electra, my heart skipped a beat—just like the first time we met.
Against every ounce of logic, that single, unwanted flutter in my chest brought back memories I'd tried to bury over the last few days. It was the same sensation I'd felt the first time I saw her in the dining hall, back when my world was simpler, before everything flipped upside down.
But this was different. The circumstances had changed, and so had I—or at least, I told myself I had. Yet, for a split second, I couldn't help but notice her beauty, as painful as it was undeniable.
Her tall, confident stature, her piercing blue eyes that seemed to see through me, and her beautiful golden hair that framed her face perfectly. Those lips—God, those lips—still had the power to send my mind into places I didn't want it to go.
