Electra's POV
I didn't resist when Seraphina pulled me out of Iris's room. At first, my feet dragged just a little, because deep down, I wasn't done with Yuna yet, but the second I saw Yura sprinting toward us, followed by Irina, Roxana, and Penelope, I knew there was no going back in there.
Seraphina's hand was still tightly wrapped around mine, but her pace slowed as the others reached us. The panic on her face was obvious, but she didn't say anything. Neither did I. My head was spinning too much to even try to make sense of what I was thinking.
"Electra," Irina gasped as her eyes locked on my face. "What the hell happened to you?"
I opened my mouth, but before I could speak, her gaze zeroed in on my swollen lip and the thin, fresh cut on my cheek. I knew it looked bad. Honestly, I hadn't even realized how hard Yuna's last slap had landed until the stinging turned into full-on throbbing.
