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?”

me, but gave the fire his attention back. He

swear I let out a scream that could rival a banshee! I

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

but admire his unshakeable calmness. It was like he had a secret pact with the flames, or maybe

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

this moment, I couldn’t decide whether to call him brave or completely bonkers. Maybe a bit of both. But everyone has their quirks, right? Some people collect stamps, others

it’s a walk in

town. But this needed to stop. I wasn’t going

LUKE’S POV

problem? What terrible news have you

driver. His name was Peter, a middle–aged man. And I kind of

I just hoped nothing bad had happened to my grandfather. Of course, the man was old, but I still loved him, and didn’t want to lose

him.

hesitant silence only fueled my worry, and my mind raced with a whirlwind of worst–case scenarios. What if my grandfather had left

his gentle smile, his wise words, and the

sent waves of fear crashing through me. This was the realization that life was fragile and unpredictable. Struck me

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

these were just thoughts. Maybe that wasn’t the news

yelled at Peter, tears popping up in

Sir Reynold. He’s…

immediately. “What did you just say?” I yelled again, not wanting to

sir, but

mine. This was really intense. My grandfather, dead? No this couldn’t be. I