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 accelerator

irritation, muttered under her breath about

up,

from Snow. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but wonder what Tyrone was really up to, taking Jonathan out so late just for drinks? It wasn't like

whatever it was, it wasn't her problem. The troubles of those two were none of her

tried to get

was the dead of night,

net

mountain pressing down on her It was as if she was

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

hers, prying her mouth open with a domineering urgency that left

it was and pinched

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

for air under his weight, Quintessa tried to