She's upset

Electra's POV

I sat on my bed, staring at my phone for what felt like forever, my fingers hovering over Seraphina's contact. I had been avoiding this and avoiding her.

The last time she called, I had lied. I had pretended I didn't remember anything about our lives switching—pretended I didn't know about everything we went through together, including the fact that she had lost her father.

It wasn't that I wanted to ignore it.

It was that I had to.

Because if I acknowledged what happened, then I'd have to deal with her meddling and a lot of other things I didn't want to deal with. It sounded like a lame excuse, honestly, but for now, I told myself I was doing what was best for both of us by pretending.

But despite all of that, I still found myself staring at her name, feeling the nagging urge to check on her. Because, regardless of everything, Seraphina was someone I cared about.

More than I wanted to admit.