CELINE’S POV
I stared at them, my throat dry, my hands trembling as I managed to whisper, “W-what do you need now?”
The room went quiet, so quiet I could hear the tick of the old clock in the hall. My father’s jaw tightened, my mother’s gaze softened but with a kind of pity that made my stomach churn, and Seraphina just sat there, her eyes glinting with something unreadable.
Finally, my mother spoke, her voice hesitant but firm. “Celine… we need you to exchange your fate with your sister.”
My brows furrowed. “Change, exchange… my fate? What do you mean?”
The answer came not from my mother, but my father. He leaned forward, each word deliberate, heavy. “Give Seraphina your mate.”
For a moment, I thought I misheard him. My ears rang, my vision blurred, and the words hung in the air lik
