Electra's POV
I barely slept.
It wasn't even proper sleep, not the kind where your body rests and your mind shuts off for a while. It felt more like I had been stuck in between being awake and unconscious, trapped in a place where my thoughts wouldn't stop moving no matter how tired I was. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her, not Seraphina, who somehow helped me feel a little peaceful when I tried to think of her, not Jella, who I knew I still had to decide what to do with, and not even the man who was supposed to be my father.
I saw myself, or at least, the version of me that claimed to be my human side. Her face kept appearing like it had been burned into my mind, her eyes looking at me like she knew something I didn't, like she understood something about me that I was refusing to accept. It was frustrating in a way that made it impossible for me to fully relax, no matter how hard I tried to force myself to sleep.
