Electra's POV
As we made our way toward the dining hall, the familiar scent of roasted meats and warm bread filled the air, but unfortunately, appetite was now nonexistent—not with her sitting at our usual table.
From a distance, I could already see Deena seated beside Penelope, her expression casual, like she didn't have a single care in the world. Like she hadn't plotted to kill me.
My fists clenched instinctively, my nails pressing hard into my palms as my mind replayed what Seraphina had told me during that nightmare.
Deena had plotted my death.
Deena, one of the few people I had trusted and believed was a friend of mine, actually wanted me dead.
The shock of it still hadn't worn off, but now that I knew the truth, I wasn't about to sit around and let her succeed. I needed to be careful around her and not get too cocky, and more importantly, I needed to find out who was pulling the strings.
