Seraphina's POV
I let out a deep, long sigh of relief the second Azaryon said that Electra was stronger than ever now.
That was all I needed to hear.
Everything else, the pain and the confusion about where I was and what was going to become of me, it all melted away the moment I knew she was okay. I hadn't realized how tightly I'd been holding my breath, waiting for that answer.
Electra was safe.
She was alive, and not just alive, but stronger, and that immediately made everything I'd done worth it.
I was just about to ask Azaryon to quit dancing around the subject and give it to me straight—what was going to happen to me—when I realized something.
The man on the throne still hadn't said a single word. I turned my head slowly to face him again, my eyes narrowing.
