Electra's POV
My eyes blinked open.
For a long, disoriented second, I thought maybe I hadn't actually woken up. The room around me was pitch-black, the kind of darkness that made you doubt your own existence. My body felt heavy, and sluggish, and as if that wasn't enough, I was lying on something stiff and lumpy that creaked every time I so much as breathed.
The throne room was definitely gone, and this place was the complete opposite of it.
I slowly sat up, and immediately winced at the loud cracking sound my back made. It felt like my spine had just aged a hundred years in the span of a breath.
I shifted my weight carefully, pushing off the brittle, paper-thin sheet beneath me, and ran my hand over what I now realized was a mattress, if you could even call it that.
