Seraphina's POV
I wandered through the school garden, my footsteps slow and aimless as I tried to sort through the storm of thoughts in my mind.
I was tired.
Tired of thinking, of questioning, of searching for answers that always felt just out of reach. The voice that had caused Electra and me to switch lives had thrown our entire existence into chaos, but now, when I desperately needed it to reappear, it was nowhere to be found.
"Show yourself, dammit," I muttered under my breath, my hands curling into fists.
I didn't know what I was expecting—maybe some cryptic answer that would only give me more questions, maybe a puzzle I'd have to decode—but something was better than nothing.
I needed answers.
How was I supposed to save Electra? What had my mother been meant to do all those years ago when Electra was born? If her mother had died before mine could fulfill whatever role she was meant to play, then was it all doomed from the start?
Was Electra doomed from the start?
