Electra's POV
I scoffed, arms crossing over my chest, glaring at the shadowy figure that stood just a few feet away from me.
"Of course, I remember you," I snapped, my tone laced with mocking amusement. "How could I possibly forget about the dumb and clearly bored creep voice that keeps playing puppet master with my life?"
The entity let out a low, amused chuckle, the sound slithering through the air like it was alive.
"Oh, Electra," it murmured, its form shifting slightly, "you wound me."
I rolled my eyes. "Let me guess," I continued, narrowing my gaze. "You're not happy that Seraphina and I switched back? Is that why you're here? Are you here to try to mess with me like you messed with her and got her to say yes to our lives switching?"
A smirk curled my lips, but my muscles remained tense. This thing—whatever the hell it was—was dangerous. I could feel it.
