Third-person Pov

Seraphina didn’t know what force or fury had possessed her, but here she was, storming into Electra’s class with a fire she hadn’t known was inside her.

She felt about a hundred emotions clawed at her heart, but the one that surfaced the most was anger—a hot, pulsing anger that ran through her veins. She had never acted out like this in her life.

Sure, she had experienced anger before, but never with this intensity, and certainly never with the urge to act on it, but now? Now, her anger had a target, and her legs had brought her to Electra’s table before she even realized what she was doing.

The classroom was alive with a lot of talking, and most of the students barely paid attention to anything else around them.

Electra herself sat comfortably at her table, flanked by her ever-present circle of friends. She looked relaxed, as if nothing in the world could touch her, but as Seraphina closed the distance, Electra noticed her and raised her eyes, a curious glint dancing in them.

She smirked and was about to say something teasing when she froze, studying the fire in Seraphina’s gaze. That innocent, timid girl she knew was nowhere in sight. Instead, her eyes bore into Electra with unmistakable fury.

As Seraphina reached the table, she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t stutter, didn’t fumble with her words. Instead, her voice came out harsh—surprisingly harsh. “What did you do to Yuna?”

Her words were harsh enough to make Electra pause, a flicker of surprise breaking her composure for a fraction of a second. “What did you do to her, Electra?” Seraphina demanded, her voice trembling slightly, but it wasn’t with fear. “Why does she have burn marks around her neck?”

Electra’s eyes widened ever so slightly, and Seraphina caught it—the smallest crack in that impenetrable armor of hers, but then, almost too quickly, her surprise turned into something else: amusement. Her lips twisted into a sly smile as she leaned back in her seat, glancing at Irina, Roxana, and the others, who were now staring at her and Seraphina with equally puzzled expressions.

As Electra signaled her friends, Deena wasted no time in kicking the nearest table, her foot hitting it so hard it scraped against the floor with a loud screech.

She barked, “Everyone, out. Now.”

The remaining students looked hesitant, some glancing nervously at Seraphina and then back at Electra. A few of them grumbled, reluctant to leave the drama unfolding in front of them.

Roxana, however, was not in the mood for any resistance. She scowled, her voice sharp as she chimed in. “Unless you have a death wish, I suggest you get moving!” She practically growled, and that was all it took to make the stragglers scramble for the door.

Seraphina barely noticed any of it, and her attention was unwavering as she focused solely on Electra. Her anger was like a boiling kettle, and it was only a matter of time before it spilled over.

Once the last student had filed out, Seraphina looked directly at Electra, her voice firm as she spoke. “You’re not going to ignore my question, Electra. I want an answer. What did you do to Yuna to leave her with that burn on her neck?” Her words dripped with disgust. “Did you actually burn her just because she had the courage to report you after what you did to Yura?”

Electra’s friends stayed behind for only a moment longer before Irina threw Seraphina a knowing smirk.

“Well, it sounds like we’re not needed here,” Irina said, her tone laced with mock amusement. “Enjoy your lover’s quarrel.”

The words were laced with sarcasm, but the way they casually referred to her and Electra as “lovers” sent a strange, unnameable feeling fluttering through Seraphina. She quickly pushed it down, grounding herself in her rage as she watched Electra’s friends file out, closing the door behind them with a smug chuckle.

Now it was just the two of them, and the momentary silence was both heavy and tense. Electra rose slowly from her seat, and even though she towered over Seraphina, Seraphina held her ground, staring furiously up at her.

Electra crossed her arms, regarding her with an arched brow and a smirk that radiated disinterest. “You’ve got some nerve, barging into my class and throwing accusations around,” she said, her tone dangerously calm. “I’d love to know where little Seraphina suddenly found the audacity to speak to me like this. Does one night with me make you think you’ll get a pass?”

Seraphina scoffed, unimpressed by Electra’s attempt to patronize her. “If you hadn’t hurt my friend, I wouldn’t need to be here at all,” she shot back, her voice trembling slightly. “You lied to me, Electra. You pretended not to know about what happened to Yura, and let me believe you were confused, just so you could—” Her voice caught as memories of the night in Electra’s room flashed in her mind, but she forced herself to continue. “Just so you could have your way with me, and then you hurt Yuna, as if almost killing Yura wasn’t enough. How can you be so cruel?”

Electra’s smirk didn’t falter, her eyes narrowing with an edge of amusement. “Cruel?” she repeated, her voice practically dripping with mockery. “You act as if I owe you or anyone else some kind of explanation. You don’t get to judge me, Sera. You have no right to.”

“Oh, I don’t?” Seraphina shot back, her voice rising. “And why’s that, Electra? Because you think you’re above everyone else? Because you think you can hurt people however you like and no one’s allowed to question you?” Her voice wavered, but she kept on. “You hurt my friends, and then you had the audacity to pretend you had nothing to do with it. You lied right to my face.”

Electra’s face hardened, the smugness faltering as her jaw tightened. She uncrossed her arms, stepping closer to Seraphina until there was barely an inch between them.

Her voice dropped to a cold whisper. “I didn’t lie to you,” she said, her eyes darkening. “I didn’t owe you the truth, either. Yuna needed a little reminder of where she stood after disrespecting me, and unfortunately, Yura had to be the scapegoat. She’s alive because I wanted her to be Seraphina. She’d be dead if I wanted.”

Seraphina felt her hands clench into fists. “You don’t get to decide that,” she whispered, her voice thick with rage. “You have no right to play god with anyone, and if you think treating people like this makes you powerful, you’re wrong. It makes you pathetic. You’re pathetic.”

Electra’s eyes flared, but she quickly masked it with a condescending smile. “You think I’m pathetic? You, Seraphina, who came crawling to my room just days ago, asking me if I was responsible, only to let me distract you? You didn’t even care enough about your friends to keep your focus, did you? You made it easy for me to mess around with. While your friend was sad and alone, you were moaning and shaking in my arms, begging me not to stop.”

Her smile turned wicked. “Who’s the pathetic one now, Seraphina? Is it really me? Or is it the girl who probably can’t tell her friend that she’s no longer a virgin, because then she’d have to explain that the girl who hurt her sister also happened to take her virginity—on the same night?”

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