Seraphina's Pov
As I paced back and forth in the empty classroom, my right hand was all I could stare at—the same hand that had slapped Electra.
Over and over, the words, "I must have lost my mind. I've gone mad," slipped from my lips in a low whisper, repeatedly coming out like some kind of mantra.
I still couldn't believe what I'd done. Slapping Electra was like signing my own death warrant. What had possessed me to do it? And I hadn't even stayed to face her reaction—I'd just run.
What kind of fate had I just signed myself up for?
I had no idea how Electra would respond. Or, rather, I had too many ideas, each idea more terrifying than anything.
I kept seeing flashes in my mind—the same situation Yura had been in—Electra and her friends tying my hands, dragging me to that old, abandoned pool, and throwing me in without a second thought.
