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?”

when she threw it out there so nonchalantly, he found himself unable to say them out loud, feeling like

saint? If you’re looking for a goody two shoes, you’ve got the wrong girl. I’m infamous for my ingratitude and lack of

but that

Quintessa’s weary face, bloodshot eyes, and that mocking twist of her lips, he swallowed his anger, unable to let

no goody two–shoes, and I’m fucking innocent, okay? Let’s just

blanket and turning his back, clearly done with the

at the clock it was

down, unable to sleep, her mind replaying the most dangerous moment of the day.

theoretically, she should thank Tyrone.

it out. It wasn’t petulance; it was the resentment she harbored for this man in her

day at Tyrone’s residence – divided by a wide chasm

of Roxanne, how should she take revenge

waste? She

– Tyrone’s arm pressing over

Damn it!

you said you’re innocent? Then have