_Zarelle’s POV_
The first drop of rain fell just as I climbed into the backseat of the midnight blue Rolls-Royce Cullinan.
Cyric got in after me and gestured for the chauffeur to raise the privacy shield.
He studied me as I admired the rain outside the window.
*He’s concerned about something,* Mirelle noted in my head. *I can smell his worry.*
“Daniel’s romantically interested in you,” Cyric said it as a statement, not a question.
I turned my head and moved closer to my brother on the soft leather seat.
“Come on. You know the way he is. It’s at most a crush. It’ll soon pass.”
While other guys his age collected cars or rare wines, Daniel collected girlfriends.
He was never pushy about it—his looks plus his wallet were often enough to draw women towards him.
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