Mizè’s recovery from Brianna’s attack was brutal.
Even with his being an immortal, the wounds the mambo had inflicted had been severe. His skin was blistered red with different boils on his skin. And after the skin started to heal it was a flaky white that stung and bleed whenever he moved wrong.
Even though he was in pain, neither of his brothers helped him recover. Left to do it on his own Mizè was left to feel like he’d been left in a fryer. And even worse, while it was two weeks in his dimension, it was only two days in the mambos.
But after he finally healed, vengeance was the only thing on his mind.
Storming from his bed-chamber, the black and red halls led him to his father’s living room. Mize ignored his brothers’ silent presence in the room. But he couldn’t ignore thei
