Electra's POV
I followed behind Irina as she led the way up the final flight of stairs that led to the dorm rooftop. The sound of our footsteps echoed against the walls, and for a moment neither of us spoke. I was still thinking about the conversation I had just had with Roxana, and the more I thought about it, the more irritated I felt. That conversation had been uncomfortable from beginning to end, and by the time it was over, I had learned almost nothing useful.
Roxana had walked into my room as if she had something extremely important to say, yet somehow managed to leave me with more questions than answers. She had thrown accusations at me, told me that Irina was suffering because of me, and then walked away like that was enough explanation for the chaos she had just dumped in my lap.
I didn't like that.
