"WHAT?" Daphne throws her hands in the air. "You're making it very hard to help diagnose a mystical dying Luna, Isolde."
Isolde pinches her nose. She loves her sister. She really does. But Daphne's medical theories are straight out of a kindergarten science fair.
"We'll find out later," Isolde mutters. "Once the healer updates the Alpha… or once Amias stops crying long enough to text someone."
Daphne winces. "Yeah. Poor guy."
Silence fills the car at that. There's not a single soul in the mansion that doesn't know about Amias's miseries. It has gotten to the point where seeing him smile and be happy, even for a second, seems super weird. That paints a picture of how he's had to grow up and what kind of damage it's done to him.
Every time she thinks about it, it breaks Isolde's heart, and she just wants to hold him tightly and assure him that everything will be fine. Hopefully, Lira gives him the happy home he's never had.
