Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Chapter 143

“Those breakfast muffins I got you cost more than this chump change, Quintessa. Can you be any cheaper?”

Tyrone pinched the two coins in his hand, wishing he could just crush them.

The door remained silent. Quintessa was making it clear–she wasn’t going to open up.

“You just wait,” Tyrone growled. “Those muffins weren’t cheap. Make sure you pay me back next time.”

With a furious huff, he turned on his heel.

As he passed the trash bin, he was tempted to chuck the coins into it–forget the tip, did he look like a man who needed spare change?

them with too much force. Instead of landing in the bin, the coins ricocheted out, clinking loudly on the pavement

Who needs ‘em, anyway?

and just as the doors were nearly closed, a hand

doors slid open automatically and Tyrone, with a scowl

ground and pocketed them. As a decent citizen, you don’t

but wonder why he was subjecting himself to such misery. He must have been cursed these days, and have been bewitched by Quintessa, that little

way home and ran into his

you? When’s the last time you

“I got used and kicked to the

Got used and kicked? Good

shocking to her. She knew her son well; he was no pushover, and to hear

you’re

her throat, “Ahem, of course

fine, just played for a fool, that’s all.”

felt like an idiot. He knew Quintessa couldn’t stand him, and she probably despised him from the bottom of her heart, yet he’d confidently charged forward like a moth to

you’ve still