"Dican, are you alright...?"
Celaus gazed at his brother with deep concern. When he had left five years ago, Dican had been happy and cheerful, always smiling and joking around. But now, the same brother he remembered had been reduced to this confused and pale state, barely able to understand what was happening around him.
What had happened?
What had happened during those five years?
Celaus's gaze slowly fell on Bian, Dican's mate.
The man looked completely distraught. He was biting his lips so hard that they had started bleeding, and his bloodshot eyes remained fixed on Dican. His hands were trembling, yet his grip on Dican's arm was frighteningly tight. The sleeves of his clothes had shifted slightly, revealing the metallic parts of his robotic arms.
Celaus's expression darkened.
He knew how powerful those robotic arms could be. If Bian lost control, Dican could easily be hurt.
Gently, Celaus nudged Bian's hands away from his brother and pulled Dican into his own embrace.
