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?'

even buckle up, Tyrone floored the accelerator and they

muttered under her breath about not

daring to speak up, quickly

skincare routine after shower and went straight to bed without checking the messages from Snow. As she drifted off, she couldn't help but wonder what Tyrone was really up to,

whatever it was, it wasn't her problem. The troubles of those two

over, she tried to get some

was the dead of

net

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

her, too dark to see who. Panic

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

moment of clarity, Quintessa realized who it was and pinched him

grunted but didn't stop, intensifying his kiss instead, his hand wandering beneath her pajamas.

air under his weight,