Electra's POV
I didn't know what I had expected to happen once I found Seraphina, but it definitely wasn't this.
One minute we were in that stupid forest, and the next... we were back. Back in that huge throne room, which seemed to be surprisingly hotter than I remembered, but I wasn't even thinking too much about that, because I couldn't. Not with Seraphina lying in my arms like this.
She wasn't moving. Her breathing was shallow, and her skin was hot—too hot. Her forehead was drenched in sweat, her lips slightly parted, and there was this pained look on her face that made my heart twist in ways I wasn't used to.
I could also tell that she was trying to speak, her mouth opening just a little.
"Seraphina?" I asked quickly, brushing some of her hair away from her face. "Hey, hey—are you okay? What's happening to you?"
Her lips barely moved. "It's... temporary," she whispered.
