Electra's POV
I could barely stand.
My legs felt like they were about to give out under me, my skin clammy and hot at the same time, and my chest burned with every breath I took. I should've been in bed. I wanted to be in bed, but as soon as I got that call from Roxana, all sense of self-preservation flew out the window.
Seraphina. Seraphina had gotten into a fight with Iris, and just like that, I was on my feet, dragging a robe over my pajamas, not even bothering to change or care how I looked.
My hair was a mess, and the headache pulsing through my skull was loud enough to drown out most rational thoughts, but one thing cut through the haze with painful clarity:
Iris did something. She had to have because Seraphina didn't fight unless she'd been pushed to the edge—and I knew that edge was already hanging by a thread these days.
