Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

No sooner had they finished speaking, a flashy convertible pulled up in front of them, its bright red paint job screaming both extravagance and ostentation. The man behind the wheel wore a grin that could only be described as sinister, his face practically begging for a punch, "Uncle Jonathan, hop in. I'm here in Zion City on business, but it's not every day we get to catch up. Let's go grab a beer or something." Jonathan and Quintessa were momentarily taken aback. The guy showed up again.

Jonathan was the first to snap out of it, saying, "It's late, and after a whole day of shooting, I'm pretty beat."

Before he could finish, Tyrone cut in, "Ah, getting old, huh? Running out of steam already."

With that remark hanging in the air, what could Jonathan say in response?

Resigned, Jonathan replied, "Alright. Since you're so keen on the idea, it'd be rude of me to keep turning you down. Quinn, you in?"

Tyrone shot Quintessa a look that could freeze lava, "What are you looking at? Who said anything about inviting you?"

Quintessa thought, 'Would it kill you to be nice for once?'

could even buckle up, Tyrone

fuming with irritation, muttered under her breath about not caring

to speak up, quickly

drifted off, she couldn't help but wonder what Tyrone was really up to, taking Jonathan out

wasn't her problem. The troubles

she tried to get

dead of

net

Quintessa was sleeping soundly, only to be suddenly suffocated by what felt like a mountain pressing down on her It was as if she was experiencing sleep paralysis, unable to push it off or scream for

top of her, too dark to see who. Panic surged through her as she

sealing hers, prying her mouth open with a domineering urgency that left her no escape. His kiss was scorching, tainted with

of clarity, Quintessa realized who it was and pinched him

instead, his hand wandering beneath her pajamas. The heat from his touch seemed to scorch her skin, leaving a

his weight, Quintessa tried to fight