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

with irritation, muttered under her breath about not

daring to speak up, quickly brought their

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

wasn't her problem. The

tried

dead

net

suddenly suffocated by what felt like a mountain pressing down on her It was as if she was experiencing sleep

someone was on top of her, too dark to see who. Panic surged through her as she tried to push

clung on, lips sealing hers, prying her mouth open with a domineering urgency that left her no

realized who it was

stop, intensifying his kiss instead, his hand wandering beneath her pajamas. The heat from his touch seemed to scorch her skin,

his weight, Quintessa tried