Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"James, come here."

"What can I do for you, Mr. York?"

"I've got a task for you."

Quintessa was wrestling with the doorknob, but it wouldn't budge. She let out a sigh, wondering what on earth Tyrone was up to.

Quintessa rubbed her forehead, somewhat regretting coming to look for Tyrone.

Trapped, she glanced around Tyrone's office and noticed a photo of him with Mrs. York. In the picture, he had a youthful look, his arm around Mrs. York's shoulder, both the mother and the son wearing beautifu smiles.

Quintessa put the photo back down, feeling a mix of emotions. How could she not realize that Tyrone's intention in keeping her in the dark was to protect her?

But she wasn't used to being protected. She had long become accustomed to bracing herself against the treacherous tides of society, with spikes up and schemes at play. There had been times when she was left battered and barely breathing, and no one had offered her a helping hand. Now that she could protect herself, someone wanted to shield her.

most unexpected surprise in her

to get back at Rachel, but now, it seemed their lives were entwined in a way she couldn't

phone ring broke the silence. It wasn't Quintessa's phone.

was Mrs.

but smile. Their relationship

answering, preferring to knock on

and the phone kept

if her son didn't answer, she'd

phone kept ringing, Quintessa thought it might be an urgent matter.

she could speak, Mrs.

no wonder you haven't won the girl's heart yet. I'm getting on in years, yet I worry about you every

to interject,

asked, "Ahem, ah, are you two together? Where's Ty? Maybe shouldn't have

at Mrs. York's insinuation. Mrs. York's "continue" sounded so