Seraphina’s POV

I sat cross-legged on my bed, already dressed in my favorite pair of bright-colored pajamas, waiting for Electra to finally step out of the bathroom.

The anticipation was killing me, not because I was in a rush to see her or anything, but because I was honestly curious about how she would look in my clothes.

Finding something that would fit her had been a struggle. Electra was taller than me, and her frame was far more toned. I had rummaged through my wardrobe for nearly twenty minutes before settling on a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized shirt.

The shirt was meant to be baggy, but I had my doubts about the shorts. Still, it was the best I could do under the circumstances.

Finally, the bathroom door creaked open, and Electra sauntered out with the kind of confidence that only she could pull off. My lips twitched, barely containing the laugh that threatened to escape.

My pajamas—my pajamas—looked completely different on her.

The shorts, which fit me loosely, barely covered half of Electra’s ass, and I could see the toned muscles of her thighs on full display. Even worse, they were so snug that they left nothing to the imagination.

The oversized shirt I had given her? It clung to her torso, emphasizing her curves in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

I quickly looked away, mentally scolding myself for even noticing such things and thinking dirty thoughts.

We’re just going to talk. That’s it.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to focus and asked, “So… are you comfortable in those?”

Electra’s blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and instead of giving me a simple answer like a normal person, she started striking poses—one hand on her hip, the other behind her head, exaggerating every curve of her body.

Then, to make matters worse, she turned around, giving me a full view before tossing a smirk over her shoulder.

“Oh, I don’t just feel comfortable,” she said, voice dripping with amusement. “I feel sexy.”

I felt my face burn instantly. “Electra!”

“What?” She turned back around, still grinning. “If anything, you should take this as a compliment. You have great taste in sleepwear.”

I buried my face in my hands. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

I peeked through my fingers, catching the way she was clearly enjoying herself at my expense.

“I literally gave you those clothes to sleep in, not to model,” I grumbled, trying to regain control of my flustered emotions. “So maybe stop striking poses like you’re on a runway?”

Electra chuckled, finally walking toward the bed. She plopped down beside me, stretching her long legs out in front of her.

“You’re acting all shy,” she teased, leaning back on her elbows. “I swear, Seraphina, you’ve seen me in worse.”

I scoffed, glaring at her. “That is not the point.”

She smirked. “Then what is?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I had no logical argument. I was just… frazzled.

Electra must have picked up on it because she shifted slightly, her tone turning a bit more serious. “Alright, alright. I’ll stop.” She said. “But not before I steal a kiss.”

Before Seraphina could react, Electra’s lips met with hers, and she smirked as she pulled back slightly from the brief peck, her fingers still lingering near Seraphina’s arm.

Seraphina, in her surprise, would tap Electra lightly on the shoulder, throwing her a mock-stern look.

“We said we’d stick to talking only, remember?” she reminded her, though her voice was noticeably softer than she intended. “This is my family house, and we can’t afford to be reckless. If Gianna even gets a whiff of this, she’ll use it against me in a lot of ways.”

Electra chuckled, clearly unfazed by Seraphina’s warning. She tilted her head, her mischievous grin never wavering. “All you have to do is not make a sound. How hard could that be?”

Seraphina rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest in an attempt to appear unaffected. “Electra.”

“Fine, fine.” Electra raised her hands in mock surrender, though the glint in her eyes revealed she wasn’t entirely giving up on teasing Seraphina.

“I’ll keep my hands to myself. Even though—” She let her gaze drop momentarily before meeting Seraphina’s eyes again, a smirk playing on her lips. “Seeing the outline of your breasts in your pajamas is proving to be a rather distracting challenge.”

Heat rushed to Seraphina’s face, but she quickly masked it by rolling her eyes again. “Look up at my face when you’re talking to me, Electra.”

Electra let out a low chuckle but complied, her intense eyes locking on Seraphina’s. “Alright, my love. I’m all ears. What do you want to talk about?”

Seraphina exhaled slowly, regaining her focus. “When we attempted to go back to the dream where we saw our mothers by falling asleep again, did you wake up in your bed as yourself, or did something else happen before you woke up again as yourself?”

Electra’s playful expression faded slightly as she considered the question. She leaned back against the headboard, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the sheets. “Well, after we tried again, I ended up waking at my funeral before suddenly waking up as myself again.”

I sat up straighter on the bed, my brows furrowing as I processed what Electra had just said.

“You were at your own funeral?”

Electra let out another sigh and leaned back against the pillows, rubbing her temples as though the memory itself gave her a headache. “Yeah. It was at the school auditorium. There were flowers everywhere, a huge picture of me in my royal outfit, and students gathered around. It was honestly so bizarre, like I was watching something I shouldn’t be able to witness.”

I felt a shiver crawl up my spine. “And let me guess, nobody could see you?”

Electra shook her head. “Not a single person. I tried speaking and touching people, but I was just… there. Like a ghost watching my own memorial.”

I took a deep breath, running my fingers anxiously through my hair before finally calming myself enough to speak.

Electra was watching me intently, arms crossed over her chest, clearly waiting for me to say something since I was sure I looked serious, maybe too serious. There was a guarded look in her eyes, one that told me she was preparing herself for something she wouldn’t like.

I exhaled sharply. “You might not believe me, Electra, and you might even be upset by what I’m about to say, but I promise you, I wouldn’t say this if it wasn’t important.”

Electra’s brow furrowed. “Just tell me what it is, sweetie. What has you suddenly looking serious?”

I hesitated for just a second before responding. “I think you were born to die, Electra. You’re not supposed to exist.”

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