Electra's POV
I stared at Roxana for a moment after opening the door, and the longer I looked at her standing there, the more suspicious I became. It wasn't just the fact that she had come to my room this early in the morning, but it was really about the way she was looking at me, as well as how she looked.
She looked tense, tired, and strangely determined, and from what I knew about her so far, she didn't strike me as a person who usually forced conversations. If anything, she had spent the last few days doing the exact opposite by avoiding me whenever she could, so seeing her here now made it clear that whatever she wanted to say had been building in her mind for a while. Maybe it even had to do with why she was mad at me.
After a few seconds of silence, I stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. "Fine," I said, moving away from the door so she could pass. "You might as well come inside."
