Electra's POV
The moment I stepped into the classroom, the noise stopped.
It did not just fade gradually, it stopped completely. Conversations cut off mid-sentence, the chairs stopped scraping, and even the small laughs died halfway through. Silence followed us like a shadow, and if I wasn't so strangely immune, I might have felt uncomfortable.
I paused just inside the doorway, not because I felt nervous, but because I was observing. Half the class was staring at me, while the other half was staring at Irina and Penelope.
Fear was easy to understand. I had been told enough times that my presence unsettled people, so the fact that they all seemed immediately scared was logical and was something I was already quite used to in just the few days that I've been here.
