Bab 52: I'll make you miserable

Third-person Pov 

 Seraphina's legs felt like jelly under her as she stood frozen by the target. Her entire body trembled so violently that she feared she might collapse or worse—wet herself from sheer terror.

 The grazing cut on her cheek stung, but it wasn't the pain that overwhelmed her. It was the realization that the arrow could have easily been fatal if Electra had miscalculated by even an inch. 

The image of the arrowhead plunging into her face flashed vividly in her mind, making her stomach churn.

 Her fingers twitched involuntarily as she reached up to touch the thin line of blood trailing down her cheek. The warmth of it against her fingertips felt surreal, almost as though it belonged to someone else. 

She blinked rapidly, trying to clear the tears forming in her eyes, but no matter how hard she tried, her mind betrayed her, pulling her back into the darkest corners of her memories.