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.

of a molehill. It's just a small wound; it doesn't need

you worried

have a scar

I don't like seeing

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

held the back of Quintessa's head, pressing

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

let go of Quintessa, his thumb slowly caressing her cheek. "I hate seeing you hurt, sad, and even less seeing

corners, she found it somewhat hard

rarely cried.

and even when hurt, it seemed like she didn't know what pain was anymore. Quintessa was

her, as long as she was alive. But suddenly, someone they didn't want to see her like this, wanting to see her smile.

knock on the