With everyone here, Mikhail was trying his best not to go to Ciara and confirm his suspicions, but then now that they were so close to the place Zey was trying her magic and failing, he couldn't help but utter the very words he never thought he would openly admit to anyone.
"mate" Mikhail whispered so lowly that anyone could have missed.
Angelo looked abruptly to Mikhail, ready to tell him what they had been telling him since forever, to have control, to stay put and all that shit, but Hera stopped him.
She knew Angelo would never have the patience her brother had shown over the past month, not because he was the mad king, but because Angelo never hesitated to get what he wanted. He would go through hell and back if it meant getting what he wanted, and that was the spirit he lived by.
Mikhail couldn't believe his eyes.
Camille was just the same.
Nothing about her had changed.