The heart wants what it wants

Eventually, his persistence had finally paid off, and he discovered where Lucy was, even though he had found her all battered and bruised, but at least she was very much alive.

The relief and joy that washed over him were indescribable, as he knew that their bond had brought them back together, even amidst the chaos of the storm.

In the dead of night, with a storm raging outside, Lucy's fever had reached its peak.

The cave was completely covered in darkness, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

Sweat glistened on her forehead as she tossed and turned, her mind hazy with delirium. Darren sat by her side, his eyes filled with concern as he tried to ease her discomfort.

It was then that he discovered that she could easily give up the ghost, if he continued to watch her lying weak and helpless down there.

He rushed to her side and immediately his sharp sight fell on the mark on her elbow. He may have assumed the mark was from a snake, but he was completely wrong.

He was totally unaware