Brandon stood barefoot on the snow-dusted stone path just outside the estate's winter garden, wearing only loose gray shorts that hung low on his hips.
Lazy snowflakes drifted down from a steel-gray sky, catching in his dark hair and melting against his shoulders.
His breath fogged in slow white clouds as he held the phone to his ear.
"Yes, My Lord," Callista's voice came through the line, slightly distorted by the distance.
"She is here right now. Still unconscious. The suppression field is holding steady. The healers are monitoring her vitals around the clock."
Brandon replied with a faint nod "Mhm. I will be there soon. Keep her contained there."
He ended the call with a thumb swipe.
For a moment, he just stood there, staring at the falling snow as the flakes settled on the garden's bare branches.
At this time, the door opened, and Florence stepped out.
Looking at him, she smiled gently "Darling, lunch is ready."
Turning to her, he nodded "Mhm."
