Electra's POV
I was mid-sentence, having a serious conversation with Irina, when Penelope suddenly burst into my room without warning.
The door slammed open, and she practically stumbled inside, her eyes wide with urgency, and at her intrusion, I felt my irritation spike instantly.
I had told them all before—just because my door wasn't locked didn't mean they could barge in unannounced. I shot her a flat look, my arms crossed over my chest.
"Penelope, what the hell are you thinking?" I snapped. "Did your brain finally short-circuit, or do you just enjoy testing my patience?"
She barely reacted to my tone, which meant whatever she had to say was something big or very stupid. "Sorry if I interrupted anything important," she said quickly, "but—have you heard the news?"
My brows furrowed.
"What news?"