Electra's POV
"This is a terrible idea," I said as we walked down the hallway, the soles of our shoes tapping against the floor. "Actually, this might be the worst idea I've ever had."
Irina kept walking like she hadn't heard me, but I knew she had. Her shoulders twitched slightly, which told me she was trying not to lose her patience again.
I turned to Seraphina, hoping for some support. "Right? Tell me I'm not the only one thinking this is going to backfire."
Seraphina let out a dramatic sigh. "Nope, you're not. I think it's a horrible idea too. I mean, come on, you guys bullied this girl. Like, nearly-drowned-her-in-a-pool kind of bullied, and now we're going to her room to ask for help?"
She glanced at me. "There's a higher chance she shoots an arrow through your face than agrees to help you."
"Exactly," I muttered.
