Electra's POV
I hadn't gotten more than two hours of proper sleep. Scratch that, two hours of interrupted, barely-there sleep.
Between the pain that still came in waves and the loud snores coming from Roxana's side of the bed, I was honestly surprised I hadn't lost my mind yet.
Irina and Penelope were both curled up on the floor with spare blankets and half-eaten snacks by their pillows, while Roxana had claimed the entire left side of my bed like it belonged to her.
I'd tried to complain about the fact that they were all squatting in my room, but the second I'd opened my mouth, they each hit me with the same excuse.
"We missed you."
And really, I couldn't argue with that. They had missed me, and I had missed them too, even Penelope, even if I wouldn't admit it out loud.
After everything, the silence would've been unbearable without them here, but I hadn't just let them stay over because I missed them.
