Electra's POV
I sat on the edge of Seraphina's bed, rubbing my temples while feeling absolutely exhausted. My head was starting to ache, and the longer we talked about my mother and her mother's conversation in the past, the more frustrated I felt.
It was like no matter how much information we uncovered, we were still running in circles, always one step behind something—or someone—that was deliberately toying with us.
"Let's stop talking about this," I muttered, exhaling sharply. "At least for now. This entire thing is giving me a headache."
Seraphina gave me a curious look but didn't immediately object. "Yeah, I'm getting a headache too, and I barely even remember anything I saw in the dream anyway," she admitted, a frown forming on her lips.
That caught my attention. I turned to her fully, my brows furrowing. "What do you mean you barely remember? Has everything disappeared already?"
