Windsor's POV
Sister. The single word echoed through my mind like thunder. Jelly was Zion's sister.
I stood there paralyzed, watching them together. The tender way she clung to his arm, how her eyes lit up when she looked at him like he hung the moon and stars. The protective way she tucked herself behind his solid frame, seeking comfort and safety.
A soft voice interrupted my spinning thoughts before Zion could offer any explanation.
"Zion, sweetheart?" The familiar nurse appeared in the doorway, her expression kind but urgent. "The maple tree stole our ball again. I think that old tree has it out for our recreation time."
Zion's face transformed into something boyish and gentle, a smile that made my pulse skip dangerously. "Give me two minutes," he promised her, then squeezed Jelly's fingers before releasing them.
"Don't go—" The words escaped before I could stop them.
