_Zarelle’s POV_
After Celina's scary phone call, I felt sick to my stomach. I went back to where Cyric was sitting. He looked worried too. I sat down next to him and took a deep breath.
"Cyric, I think we need to talk about what happened now with Elsa," I said softly. "She looked really upset. You saw it. That was harsh, regardless.”
Cyric nodded. "I know. I shouldn't have been so mean to her."
"But why did you say that? About not wanting another sister? Since she isn't ... .interested in a relationship with you.” I said cautiously.
Cyric looked down at his hands. "Because she's not just a friend to me, Zarelle. She's my destined mate like I said before. Having her as a sister would be... wrong."
I understood. It must be really hard for him to watch Elsa choose someone
