Burning Passion: Love Never Die

A collective pause, an interlude of astonishment. Millie’s gaze descended, Locking onto the entwined hands of Lois and Leon.

Upon sighting Marcus, Lois wrestled with residual trepidation, memories of her past abduction haunting her thoughts. Consequently, her glance veered away from his presence.

“Fortuitous encounter, indeed.” Millie’s lips curled into a welcoming smile.

“Having recently dined nearby, a leisurely stroll beckoned.” Lois’ grip on Leon’s hand tightened. “Allow us to proceed…”

In an unexpected twist of fate, a woman and a child collided amidst the bustling square.

A mother’s voice, a crescendo of reproach, pierced the air. “Do your eyes betray you? My son, subject to your heedlessness, now suffers!”

an apologetic refuge, her

E L A ‘s L I B R A R

contemplated… Ah, but

eluded the maternal figure, yielding to a push that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her visage lifted, revealing a

struck fear in the mother, drawing the

towards her. Could it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her

the prone figure that met her gaze was none other than Fiona, now prostrate upon

danced within Millie’s eyes, a tapestry woven of bewilderment and

the onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air, conjecture materializing in words.

irrevocably marred. The

and it intersected with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her eyes followed,

and Leon, Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver