Electra's POV
The stone bench under me was cold, but I barely felt it.
I was somewhere between dozing and full-on sleep, head tilted back, eyes fluttering shut every few seconds. The breeze in the courtyard was soft, almost comforting, and the sunlight was just warm enough to trick me into thinking I was safe, undisturbed, and alone.
That illusion, of course, didn't last long.
"Electra!"
Roxana's voice rang across the courtyard like a slap.
My head jerked up, and my spine followed, shooting me into a half-sitting position as I blinked blearily at the source of the noise.
She was standing a few feet away with a broom in one hand, the other on her hip, and her eyebrows raised so high they could've flown off her face.
"You here to nap in public or actually help us clean this damn place?" she shouted again, loud enough that at least two students passing by turned to look.
I blinked again, then yawned and waved weakly.
