"Fuck my hands hurt! That stupid shit!"
When Carl cussed, all the attention was on him and Angelo. They both looked like they had been having the time of their lives in here. That could only translate to one thing. The blood on them wasn't theirs.
They had made the moonchild bleed.
They had hurt a child of the goddess.
They had hurt Camille's little brother.
Zymere Bonachi.
Hera stood in shock, once again, too stunned to speak. The alarm bells in her head were ringing and she could only think of Camille, the woman who had trusted her to take care of her brother while in Alexei.
The Hybrid was shaking in anger as she glared openly at the two brothers in the dungeon who were happy.
Mikhail could feel the temperatures in the room come down, he could feel his mate's anger and more than anything, he could feel her pain, because she could feel Zymere's pain.
