Anything for her

Third-person POV

The sound of Seraphina's giggle grated against Electra's nerves as she leaned Seraphina against the wall of the empty classroom.

Seraphina was barely able to stand upright, her body moving left and right as if she were caught in a storm, and Electra felt her patience growing thin. She hadn't signed up for this. Babysitting a drugged and overly flirtatious version of Seraphina was not how she'd planned her evening, even though Seraphina was the reason she was here in the first place.

"Stay here," she ordered firmly, trying to inject authority into her voice.

She was about to step out, but Seraphina grabbed her arm with a grip stronger than Electra expected.

"Don't leave me," Seraphina whined, her voice laced with a drunken slur. She pouted, her eyes glassy and unfocused, as she tugged at Electra's sleeve.