Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 92

Quintessa nodded, and said with a hint of gratitude in her voice. “Thanks, Doc.*

in one ear and out the other.

The doctor just shook his head, clearly sensing that his advice had gone He had Quintessa set up for an IV drip and wrote out a prescription. The nurse swiftly inserted the needle, and Manny held the IV bag. Supporting Quintessa as they made their way to a seat in the hallway.

The drip was clow and it took a full hour for the liquid to empty. But by the end, Quintessa felt that the gnawing pain in her stomach had finally subsided.

During that hour, her mind was haunted by Tyrone’s face.

She was not about to let him off the hook that easily.

Even if playing with a guy like Tyrone was out of her league, she was willing to take the risk. After all, she had nothing to lose–what was there to fear?

a gamble was what Quintessa did best.

bag was nearly empty, Manny quickly said,

before Quintessa ripped off the tape securing the needle to the back of her hand

Manny gasped, “Quinn!”

up, “Let’s go.”

Manny stuttered, “O–okay.”

couple of tissues, “Quinn, you should wipe

pressed them against the small wound. They were instantly soaked.

the bloodied tissues into the trash and put on her face mask; barely taking a few steps, she heard someone

“Quintessa

the caller

How’s your little fling? Her face still pretty?” Jerome looked quite well, not the least bit ill. It

those photos taken, then gave them to Miranda to make her think the person with Zenobia was me? Did you plan all this, Quintessa?

had been in the hospital for some time, and Miranda was supposed to be making a fuss with him. Surprisingly, he seemed unbothered, which confirmed Quintessa’s

a piece of work this man was.

herself to