"Dad's prepared a report on the attacks targeting the betas," Juniper said over the phone.
Dominick lay back on the bed, adjusting the earbud in his ear. "I'll come over to check the report, then," he responded with determination.
"No need. Dad said he'll be bringing it to the palace himself," Juniper informed him. After a pause, her tone softened. "By the way, how's Gabriel? I couldn't visit him at the hospital. I hope he's doing better now."
"He's recovering well," Dominick replied. "The healers advised him to rest for two more days."
"And what about Brother Casaio?"
Dominick's voice grew heavier. "Not great. He's caught in this exhausting love-hate cycle with Zilia. Honestly, he looks more shattered with each passing day. It's painful to watch him break piece by piece, and the worst part is… I can't do anything to help him. I hate feeling so helpless."
"You can't help him, even if you want to," Juniper said gently.
Dominick's brows drew together. "What do you mean?"
