Third-person POV
Seraphina could hear them.
She wasn't sure how, or even why, considering how heavy her body felt. Her limbs were numb, her chest was tight, and her thoughts were slow and jumbled, like trying to move through water while having her legs tied together.
But through all that, she heard the voice. A deep, commanding voice that didn't belong to anyone she knew was speaking to Electra and telling her to choose.
Seraphina wanted to sit up, to ask who this man was and what he meant, but her body betrayed her. It wouldn't move. Her eyes refused to open fully, and her lungs struggled to draw in air. Still, her mind pushed against the haze, searching for Electra's voice, and there it was, trembling but still as fierce as always.
"I just don't want her to lose herself just to save me," Electra was saying.
Seraphina's chest ached, not from whatever was wrong with her, but from the way Electra sounded, like she was on the edge of tears. Like she was desperate.
