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?'

before he could even buckle up, Tyrone floored the

fuming with irritation, muttered under her breath about

to speak up, quickly brought

straight to bed without checking the messages from Snow. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but wonder what Tyrone was

her problem. The troubles of those

tried to get some

dead of night, around

net

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 help, as if

on top of her, too dark to see who. Panic surged through her as she tried to push the person off, kicking

mouth open with a domineering urgency that left

Quintessa realized who it was and pinched him

his hand wandering beneath her pajamas. The heat from

under his weight,