Quinn was certain that even if she didn't call back, it wouldn't be long before Tyrone buzzed her phone again. Sure enough, a short while later, Tyrone's call came through.

Quinn waited a good fifteen seconds before answering, and her first words were a blunt, "What's up?"

"What have you been up to?"

Even though it was a mild June night in Emberbrook, Quinn could feel the chill in Tyrone's voice through the phone.

Quinn smirked, "What do you think? At this hour, I'm obviously out starting trouble or lighting bonfires."

With that response, Tyrone felt a wave of certainty that Quinn wasn't out with another guy; she was off plotting her revenge once again.

Sometimes Tyrone felt an overwhelming urge to pull Quinn back from the edge. The recklessness she exhibited often terrified and yet strangely excited him.

Initially, he'd found her ruthless vengeance thrilling.

wanted her

alone. I'll take down the Young Group

finding it ludicrous for a man to have the notion of offering revenge on her

no turning

felt a surge of panic. It always seemed like he couldn't quite hold onto

sternly, "I've told you before, I can give you anything

the main street, Quinn countered, "I'll

someone else fight those

no matter the outcome, no matter if it dragged her down too.

was palpable,

hung up and

but she couldn't fathom warmth when it's offered, because she didn't know how to accept it. The next day, after wrapping up a day's shoot, Violet gathered

I need

"What's going

Lotts are throwing a

Violet instantly got

"You're going to?"

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