_Zarelle’s POV_
Ryan was sprawled comfortably in the front passenger seat of my Mercedes, looking completely at home.
He ran his fingers along the smooth leather upholstery with obvious appreciation.
“When did you get a new Mercedes GLE?”
“I didn’t. It’s a gift from Cyric.” I handled the luxury SUV with one hand on the steering wheel, the vehicle responding smoothly to my touch.
The roomy SUV had been a present from my brother when I reported for work at Feymere on my very first day.
“I could’ve gotten you a better car,” Ryan said with obvious jealousy creeping into his voice.
The three brothers often competed for the number one spot in their baby sister’s heart, though they’d never admit it openly.
“I know.” I smiled at his predictable reaction. “I saw your garag
