WRITER'S POV

“Shouldn't we do something?” Rick sighed, glancing at Damian. The two were in Derrick's office and he was not in for the third consecutive time in a week. It had been so. Ever since Lia was sent away.

“Derrick is depressed. We should do something,” Rick added. Damian exhaled slowly. He knew that too. He knew that but he was clueless on what they should do because they'd never seen him that way before. “Will he be alright?” He looked at Rick. Doubting the answer that came to his mind.

“Of course he won't be alright. He just banished his mate and removed her father from his position....