The Love From Vengeance

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ARIEL’S POV

I walked behind Mason as we both got close to the gigantic fire. Well, he got close. I was a little bit far from him, slowing down my pace. Yeah I knew he was a psychopath, but I had not idea he was this crazy.

Getting really close to a fire huge like that? No one in his right senses would do that? But this scumbag right here was actually surprising me.

And I kept on watching him inch closer to the roaring inferno. I couldn’t help but question his sanity. I would keep on doing that over and over.

I mean, who willingly gets up close and personal with a fire that could roast a Christmas turkey in 3 seconds flat? It was like he had a secret death wish or something. And if he did, I would be really glad. At least it would reduce the number of scumbags in the earth.

Meanwhile, I continued to do my best to maintain a safe distance, like the responsible, self- preserving human being that I am.

“What are you even doing?” I aksed, still walking slowly.

“You ask too many questions,” he replied, not glancing at me.

“This is crazy, you know. Like, are going to walk in that fire?”

Mason turned to give me a quick look. “Maybe.”

“This is absolutely insane. But it won’t be surprising, cause you’re insane yourself.”

“You can shut up, and just follow me, okay.”

“You’re like six inches away from that fire. And you want me to keep on following you. Okay, what are you planning to do now, huh. Perform a miracle?”

gave the fire his attention back. He

that fire started crackling and growling like an angry beast, I swear I let out a scream that could

jerk sitting in front of me. While I was busy channeling my inner Olympic sprinter, this guy was just chilling there, completely unfazed. I mean, seriously, who stares at a raging fire like it’s the latest episode of their favorite

his unshakeable calmness. It was like he had a secret pact with the flames, or maybe he was just auditioning for

from dialing the fire department, Mason was still sitting on his heels, probably contemplating the meaning

Maybe a bit

monsters like it’s a walk

his front–row seat to the hottest show in town. But this needed to stop. I wasn’t going to spend the whole night staring at some idiot who was staring at a holocaust,

LUKE’S POV

news have you come to give me?” I aksed

was Peter, a middle–aged man. And I kind of loved him

nothing bad had happened to my grandfather. Of course, the man was old, but I still loved

him.

of worst–case scenarios. What

mind his gentle smile, his wise words, and the warmth of his embrace. Well,

thought of losing him sent waves of fear crashing through

help but replay the last conversation I had with him in my mind. Did I tell him how much he

to pull myself together. All these were just thoughts. Maybe that wasn’t the news Peter

Peter, tears

Reynold. He’s… he’s…

now?” I seized Peter’s shirt. Riley held me immediately. “What did you just say?” I yelled again,

sir, but he’s

to mine. This was really intense. My grandfather, dead? No this couldn’t be. I loved that man. I didn’t want to