Simmering Fires

Phoebe turned, looking Basilic straight in the eyes. She took off his glasses. Those perfect, green Basilisk eyes. "No need." She looked at the floor, but imediatly she wanted to stare back into them. He reminded her so much of Blaze. Her heart burst into flames as she felt Basilic's gaze on her. "I mean, it wasn't your fault. I shouldn't have led you on like that."

 

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