Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"I love you, and I don't care who you love. I don't care if I'm not in your heart, but you can only be mine."

What's this about wanting the soul but not the body, or the body but not the soul? He wants both.

If he had to choose just one, there's no doubt, it would have to be the body.

With the body, having the person by your side, constant as the tides, time grinding away bit by bit, sooner or later, I'll make you mine.

Tyrone was unlike anyone else, unlike anyone Quintessa had ever met. She didn't know how to describe Tyrone.

Sometimes he was like a child, other times a troublemaker, and yet, he could also take on the world for her. She had hated him, used him, and now... she didn't know what she felt for him. Quintessa had always held her defenses tight, fully aware of her situation, knowing what she had to do, and understanding what would come after everything was done.

She knew she wasn't heading for a good end...

she deserved to love or be

only she were just a regular office worker,

in Quintessa's eyes,

his lip, Tyrone steeled himself, not interrupting her. She almost wanted to say: forget it, if you don't

then he thought about the stakes, thought about Alexander,

the fabric of her clothes, palms sweaty, her

clearly, but she couldn't. It felt like

front of Tyrone. Her eyes betrayed unspeakable fear, her lips quivering, "I... I don't know. It's like... I... might not know how to

witnessing her mother's death, Quintessa had bid farewell to her childhood in that instant. Her world skipped over adolescence entirely, maturing in an instant

need to love others. I must

so

to have friends,