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.

low, mischievous sound. “That depends on how you

her hand slowly climb his neck as she smiled slyly, “I’ll make sure you die

spoke with a smirk, the undertones of her words were lethal, and she was keenly aware of their true intent. She

him, she’d be free of the threat he

means. The disparity in strength

traced the contour of her waist, then gripped it lightly. “I’m right

an eyebrow.

next breath, she

waist beneath her tracksuit. “What, got some

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

to men.

eyes – those captivating, sly fox eyes that held within them an

a woman who would stop at nothing to get

misdeeds? He was no saint himself; why should he aspire to be

gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Tsk,