Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Marcus was seated on a black leather sofa, his upper body bare, his muscular form on full display. His clothing lay nearby.

Harlan’s eyes narrowed as he examined Marcus’ wounded arm.

“Your injury is more severe than I anticipated.”

He had been dispatched by Victor to assess Marcus’ condition.

“It’s been poisoned by Bloody Herb,” he continued, sitting opposite Marcus, hands resting on his knees.

“We haven’t yet developed a treatment. You’ll have to endure it for now. You may need to remain on Raven Island for a while. You’re well aware of the complexity of Bloody Herb.”

Marcus remained silent as Derek approached to dress the wound. The festering injury and surrounding skin were a gruesome sight. Derek’s face betrayed his revulsion as he bandaged the wound with the utmost care.

filled a glass with brandy

cruelty on you,” he said, his voice tinged with

he nearly fell off a cliff. You were the one who reached out without hesitation, saving his life. How could he harm the

inhaled deeply, his face

feeling about this,” he

more intimate moments, he would keep a shirt on. A

model airplane. As he was about to give it to Bruce, Marcus noticed Bruce’s grip on the chair’s armrest, so tight that his fingers turned

Angela’s Library

eyes had been filled with a

the years, Bruce’s nonchalant demeanor had hidden a deep unwillingness to be overshadowed by

Jonah appeared indifferent to wealth and success, he harbored ambitious plans to take

black shirt, vest, and overcoat, then stepped out onto the balcony. Rain was falling, and