Electra's POV
Jella's eyes narrowed the moment I spoke, and the disgust on her face deepened, like I'd just spit on her shoes.
I had asked her plain and simple if she wasn't planning on killing me, but she didn't respond, not a word, and not even a twitch. She just stared at me like I was something she wished would disappear on its own, and before I could say anything else, my father, after sitting in silence like a moron, finally found his voice.
"How… how are you feeling?" he asked.
His voice was quieter than I expected and a little shaky. Almost like he didn't know how to speak to me anymore.
"You must still be a little unwell."
I let out a soft, humorless laugh and folded my arms. "I'd be much better if I were still asleep," I said. "Maybe even enjoying a nice dream or two, if I hadn't been dragged here with my friends."
