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!”

The woman offered an apologetic refuge, her hair a modest screen

L A ‘s L I B

contemplated… Ah, but your

the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil concealing her visage lifted, revealing a

mother, drawing the attention of onlookers in

too directed her gaze towards her. Could it be Fiona? A tremor coursed through her hand, bearing the drink, as she hastened her pace, propelled

her gaze was none other than Fiona, now prostrate upon the

eyes, a tapestry woven of bewilderment and concern. For what

the onlookers as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air, conjecture materializing in words. “It appears she might have suffered

have been irrevocably marred.

intersected with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her eyes followed, tracing a deliberate path to where

Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver coursed through her body, a tangible reaction