บท 45: Lover's Spat

Third-person Pov 

 Seraphina didn't know what force or fury had possessed her, but here she was, storming into Electra's class with a fire she hadn't known was inside her.

 She felt about a hundred emotions clawed at her heart, but the one that surfaced the most was anger—a hot, pulsing anger that ran through her veins. She had never acted out like this in her life. 

 Sure, she had experienced anger before, but never with this intensity, and certainly never with the urge to act on it, but now? Now, her anger had a target, and her legs had brought her to Electra's table before she even realized what she was doing.

 The classroom was alive with a lot of talking, and most of the students barely paid attention to anything else around them.