Electra's Pov
I stood frozen, my gaze fixed on the empty doorway where Seraphina had disappeared. It was like the entire room had fallen silent in a thick, heavy fog, and I could hardly comprehend what had just happened.
My cheek was still stinging, reminding me of the painful fact that Seraphina—sweet, timid Seraphina—had dared to slap me.
No one, and I meant no one, had ever dared to slap me, well, except my mother, and that was different. But Seraphina? She wasn't even anyone important in my life, but somehow, her slap had left me more shaken than any reprimand from Queen Jella.
My mind was spinning, trying to come to terms with what just happened, but none of it made any sense, and the shock rooted me in place, as if moving would somehow acknowledge that what happened was real.
