Third-person POV
Electra's eyes snapped open.
For a few seconds, she didn't move. She just lay there, staring at the ceiling, her chest rising and falling a little too fast. The room was quiet, dim in that soft, early-morning way where the world felt paused. Her gaze shifted on its own, pulled to the warmth beside her.
Seraphina was asleep.
She lay on her side, red hair spread messily across the pillow, one arm tucked under her chin. Her breathing was slow and even, completely unaware of the storm that had just ripped through Electra's mind. There was something strangely grounding about the sight, something calm and ordinary that didn't match the way Electra felt inside.
Electra sat up slowly.
