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

neck as she smiled slyly, “I’ll make sure you die

she was keenly aware of

him, she’d be free of the threat he

lacked the means. The disparity in strength between a fit man and a

her waist, then gripped it lightly. “I’m right here. Why

eyebrow. “Sure thing!”

in the next breath, she added, “Not

her tracksuit. “What, got some dirty

his gaze with a challenging tilt of her head. “My business? You’d do well to stay out of it. Even if you do find out, play dumb. Otherwise, if you know too much, I can’t promise how I might 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 refused to expose herself to someone as

to men.

those captivating, sly fox eyes that held within them an

at nothing to get what

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

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