Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 128

Quintessa scoffed offhandedly. “Oh, thanks”

“That’s 11?”

With a click, Quintessa switched on the bedside wall lamp.

The dim light was comforting, but Quintessa’s eyes were piercing. She said, “What else do you want then? to get in bed?”

Her tongue was full of bite wounds, and when she first woke up, all she felt was a headache.

Now, as her mind was becoming clearer, the pain from the wounds on her tongue began throbbed with each word, especially she spoke, her teeth grazing the tender spots made it even more painful.

Tyrone was at a loss for words, exasperated, “Quintessa, do you even know what gratitude is?”

sleep with Quintessa, but, when she threw it out there so nonchalantly, he found himself unable to say them out loud, feeling like it was the ultimate insult to

If you’re looking for a goody two shoes, you’ve

appreciated Tyrone saving her, but that

that mocking

no goody two–shoes, and I’m

over and lay down, pulling up the blanket and turning his back, clearly done with

rolled her eyes and glanced at the clock

unable to sleep, her mind replaying the most dangerous

she should thank

she couldn’t say it out. It wasn’t petulance; it was the resentment she harbored for this

day at Tyrone’s residence – divided by a wide chasm of unsaid words and unresolved

of Roxanne, how

efforts have gone to waste? She was plotting various method; she couldn’t swallow this

a weight settled on her waist – Tyrone’s arm pressing

Damn it!

you said you’re innocent? Then have the