Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

Minutes later, he came jogging back with a plastic bag in hand.

The car door swung open, and Tyrone climbed in, bringing with him a wave of heat. "Stretch out your arm."

Quintessa blinked in surprise. "Huh?"

"Your arm." Tyrone gestured for Quintessa to lift her right arm, then laughed. "The left one! Got sunburned and turned your brain to mush, huh?"

He unscrewed a bottle of rubbing alcohol and drew out two cotton swabs, dampening them. "This might sting a bit. Just bear with it."

The wound on Quintessa's arm, though shallow, was glaring. It had been inflicted by Lilian and had dried blood caked around it. Tyrone meticulously cleaned it, then pulled out a couple of Band-Aids to cover it up.

"That old woman, locked up in detention for long, who knows if she's even taken a shower, what kind of germs might be under her nails. Let's deal with it this way first, and then go to the hospital for a shot later."

Quintessa didn't feel the wound hurt at all, but it was Tyrone who had broken out in sweat.

shrugged it off. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill. It's just

worried

a scar

don't like

Tyrone's gaze. His eyes, deep and dark, held

and held the back of Quintessa's head, pressing towards her, and kissed

sun blazed overhead as pedestrians hurried past. Tyrone's lips were soft and warm. Quintessa thought, perhaps, she

his thumb slowly caressing her cheek. "I hate seeing you hurt, sad, and even

as she moved her mouth corners, she

rarely cried.

even when hurt, it seemed like she didn't know what pain was

as she was alive. But suddenly, someone they

knock on the