Third-person POV
Electra had never considered herself the patient type.
She just wasn't the kind of person to wait for answers to come to her, and instead, she was the kind of person who demanded them.
So, after spending thirty excruciating minutes smiling at officials, nodding at their pointless praises, and enduring their incessant questions about whether she was well-served, while obviously trying to put themselves in her good book, like she would even care to remember their names when she was out of here, she'd had enough.
She hadn't come here to be paraded like some honored guest. She had come here to get answers—answers that only Seraphina Hook could give her, and for the past hour, Seraphina had been doing a damn good job of avoiding her.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, she tipped her champagne glass back and downed the rest in one swift gulp, ignoring the slight burn as it slid down her throat.
