Seraphina's POV
Yura shook her head slowly as she stared at me, her eyes filled with something I couldn't fully understand at first, something between disbelief and anger that seemed to grow stronger the longer she looked at me. For a moment, it almost felt like she hadn't even heard what I said, like my words were still hanging in the air, waiting to be processed, but then something in her expression snapped.
Her expression changed, and before I could even fully process it, she moved.
The distance between us disappeared in a second, and suddenly, her hand was in my hair, gripping it so hard that it sent a sharp, burning pain through my scalp. The force of it made me gasp, my body reacting before my mind could catch up, and I instinctively reached up to grab her wrist, trying to pull her hand away from me. The pain was immediate and overwhelming, and for a moment, I was too stunned to even think properly.
