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?”

and indeed he did want to sleep with Quintessa, but, when she threw it out there so nonchalantly, he found himself unable to say

York, you’re still playing the saint? If you’re looking for a goody

Tyrone saving her, but that didn’t mean everything before could be

eyes, and that mocking twist of her lips,

“Fine, you’re no goody two–shoes, and I’m

pulling up the blanket and

glanced at the clock it was

mind replaying the most dangerous moment

should

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

residence – divided by a wide chasm of unsaid

thinking of Roxanne, how should

with her properly, wouldn’t all her efforts have gone to waste? She

a weight settled on her waist – Tyrone’s arm

Damn it!

have the guts to not stick close.”