Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 67

Quintessa’s voice was soft and lingering, the kind that could weave its way into a man’s very soul and leaving an indelible mark.

Every man who had ever heard her speak found himself undone, Intoxicated by the mellifluous tones that seemed to caress the air around them. Yet Tyrone, despite the warm buzz in his ears, was well aware that her words were far from sweet nothings.

They were deadly serious.

Quintessa meant to kill him.

She had every reason to want him dead after all, he’d caught her red–handed the last time she’d roughed up Matthew. There was no innocence in her; she was as ruthless as they come, and her heart was a shade of pitch black. And Tyrone, for all his bravado, knew deep down that he might never be able to change her,

But that very danger and that very challenge made him all the more determined to keep her close.

on how you plan to do it. If

slowly climb his neck as she smiled slyly, “I’ll make sure you die a happy man, the envy of every ghost out

she was keenly aware of their true intent. She genuinely wanted to end Tyrone’s life right then and there.

free of

disparity in strength between a fit man and a woman

fingers traced the contour of her waist, then gripped it lightly. “I’m right here. Why not give it a

raised an eyebrow.

the next breath, she added,

slender waist beneath her tracksuit. “What, got some

I can’t promise how I might treat you in the future.” If Tyrone were to uncover too much about Quintessa, she

to men.

eyes – those captivating, sly fox eyes

woman who would stop at nothing to

her past misdeeds? He was

forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tsk, aren’t you cold–hearted. We have our