Electra's POV
I had been this close to burning Hunter alive.
Not because I was angry. Not because he had said anything particularly offensive. But because, for the first time in my life, a thought that wasn't mine had taken root in my mind.
"Just do it."
The thought had been so foreign, so detached from my usual instincts that it had sent an immediate chill through me. It wasn't the usual rage-fueled reaction I sometimes had when I lost control of my temper. No. This was different.
This thought had been curious. Playful, even.
It had told me to set Hunter on fire, just to see what would happen, and for a terrifying moment, I had wanted to.
The idea had settled deep, wrapping itself around my mind like a snake coiling around its prey, urging me to act on an impulse I had never felt before.
I had wanted to watch him burn. Not in a fit of rage, not in a reckless explosion of power, but slow, and controlled.
