A Wild Idea

Third-person POV 

 

Electra stood by the rooftop door, her back pressed against it as she scanned the open space with narrowed eyes. She didn't move. Instead, she stared out across the rooftop, trying to spot anything—anyone—out of place.

 

Her instincts were screaming at her to leave. Don't do this. Turn around. You're walking straight into trouble. And maybe they were right. Maybe she was walking into some elaborate trap Seraphina had laid just for her.

 

 It would make sense—if Seraphina was even a fraction as unforgiving as Electra knew herself to be, she wouldn't take kindly to being humiliated earlier in the day. Not after she had refused to follow Seraphina in front of the entire class.

 

Electra snorted softly, shaking her head. What am I doing?