Electra's POV
I was pacing again.
Back and forth across the training ground like a damn lunatic while my team, no, my friends, watched me in awkward silence. I knew I looked unhinged, but I didn't care.
The tournament was closing in fast, and every second that passed felt like a slap across the face, while every step I took reminded me time and time again that contrary to what I thought at first, I wasn't prepared, and it wasn't just me, we weren't prepared, not with the team we had. And the solution Irina had just offered?
I hated it.
I turned and looked at her, trying to keep my voice calm. "Are you seriously telling me bringing Deena back is the only way?"
