Electra's POV
I felt good. Strong, even, like I hadn't spent the last several days on the edge of death.
When I opened my eyes this morning and saw Seraphina sleeping peacefully beside me, something shifted, like a light had switched on inside me.
The heaviness in my limbs, the dull ache in my chest, and the fog in my head were all gone like they never even existed.
I stood in front of the mirror now, tugging at the hem of my shirt and turning slightly from side to side, checking myself out. My skin had color again, and my eyes didn't look sunken or tired.
I looked like me, actually, no, I looked better than me. I looked sharper and healthier, like someone had scrubbed all the weakness from my body and left behind only what I needed.
E was quiet in my head this morning. Content, maybe, or resting. Either way, I welcomed the silence because it gave me space to think.
"You look too proud of yourself," Seraphina's voice came from the bed, half-sleepy, half-amused.
