Seraphina's POV
"If I'm supposed to be a vessel for Electra, how exactly is it going to work?" I demanded, my frustration leaking into my tone. "Is there something I'm supposed to do? Could it be a ritual, a magic spell, or something else entirely? Just tell me what I need to do to make sure she doesn't die."
Solara exhaled softly, her blue eyes flickering with an emotion I couldn't quite place. "Unfortunately, for the time being, you will have to let fate run its course with Electra. Remain patient until it's time."
My brows furrowed deeply, and a heavy sigh escaped my lips, my heart pounding as I tried to make sense of Solara's words. 'Let fate run its course?' Was she joking?
That wasn't an answer—it wasn't even close to one. "What does that even mean?" I asked, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. "How does leaving her to fate help? Shouldn't you be telling me how to prevent her death since I'm supposed to be a vessel of some sort?"