The past and the future

Seraphina's POV

Electra's voice was loud and trembling with anger, and I stood there silently, letting her vent. I knew she was upset—how could she not be? She had every right to be angry with me, and I wasn't about to argue or defend myself.

I had messed up. I should have told her about overhearing Deena long ago, and I'd kept quiet when I shouldn't have. That was on me.

"You knew," she said, her voice breaking. "You knew, and you said nothing, and now I'm dead, Seraphina. I supposedly had a heart attack or was potentially murdered, but I'll never know which one it was since I'm already dead! Thanks for nothing!"

I swallowed hard, my chest tightening with guilt.

"I actually trusted you, Sera," she continued, her voice cracking slightly as she stopped pacing to glare at me. "And yet, you let me walk right into this mess without saying a damn thing. Did you hate me that much? Did you want this to happen?"