บท 189: Was It Mercy?

"What?...nana, what is the royal phoenix talking about?" Ciara asked as Zeynep cast another spell, undoing everything she had done on Camille.

She knew they were both pretending, but then again, two could play the game anyway. Mikhail was furious, his hair all over his face.

His eyebrows were crunched and his jaw tight with his fists cleansed and his body posture stiffer than normal. His eyes were still having hints of flames in them and that should have scared at least one of them, but then they had gone through enough shit to know none of this would scare them.

All they could hope for was that Mikhail didn't make a mistake or even try raising his hand on Camille because he would have to face the wrath of Hera and that was one thing he never wanted to face. Hera always believed in talking shit out.