Electra's POV
I was just about to leave the palace when I heard his voice.
"Electra."
I stopped in my tracks, my hand frozen on the handle of the door. My jaw clenched as I turned around, already bracing myself for whatever nonsense was about to come out of his mouth.
Sure enough, there he stood at the top of the grand staircase, my father, wearing that usual cold look he gave me when he wasn't pretending we were a picture-perfect royal family.
"Come with me," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I stared at him blankly for a second, then narrowed my eyes. "For what?"
His eyes sharpened like blades. "Do you really want me to have the guards drag you behind me, Electra?"
I rolled my eyes. "Fine," I muttered. "Lead the way."
