Seraphina's POV
Pacing back and forth in my room, I couldn't stop replaying Irina's words in my head. Half-human and half-Phoenix.
It sounded like something out of a fantasy novel, not something anyone would genuinely believe about me—or Electra. That was the thing, wasn't it? Whatever Irina thought I was, it wasn't really me. It was Electra she was talking about, not me.
I stopped mid-step, gripping my temples as the thought sank deeper. Electra is half-Phoenix. The most feared girl in Elysium wasn't entirely human.
My mind raced, and I shook my head, utterly frustrated. None of this made any sense.
Was this why I had been brought here? Was my reason for being here to live Electra's life and discover her secrets in the process? To expose whatever reality she was hiding? But if that were the case, why me?