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.

mischievous sound. “That depends on how you plan to

make sure you die a happy man,

lethal, and she was keenly

be free of

disparity in strength between a

of her waist, then gripped it lightly. “I’m right here. Why not give it a try?”

an eyebrow. “Sure thing!”

in the next breath, she added,

the slender waist beneath her tracksuit. “What, got some

treat you in the future.” If Tyrone were to uncover too much about Quintessa, she would inevitably craft a flawless plan to dispose of him. She

to men.

by her eyes – those captivating, sly fox eyes that

woman who would stop at nothing to get what she wanted.

tame her. What did he care about her past misdeeds? He was no saint himself; why should he aspire to be a

her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tsk, aren’t you cold–hearted. We have our little secrets, don’t we?”