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Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

Violet noticed her voice was a bit off, Quinn, you’re not thinking of bailing, are you?” 

Balling? You must be joking.” 

Quinn had walked a long way to get where she was, with no room for retreat. No matter the cost, she was determined to get what she wanted

Bruised and battered, even at the brink of death, she wouldn’t hesitate. As long as those sleazes who had wronged her and her mother got their comeuppance, nothing else mattered to her

Violet’s heart suddenly softened, Quinn, maybe you should just drop it. Come back home, or I could come to get you. If you lose this role, I can still help you land another one.” 

Quinn gazed at her reflection in the mirror, undeniably beautiful. At twentyfive, she was at the peak of her blooming youth

She ran her fingers gently across her face, Another role? Without this Hans, there’s still others, it’s pointless.” 

Quinn.” 

Don’t worry. I won’t let myself be shortchanged.” 

After hanging up, Quintessa felt the buzz of alcohol setting in. She fished a pack of cigarettes from her purse and put one between her lips, but after rummaging around, she couldn’t find her lighter

Stumbling out, Quintessa saw a tall figure standing by the men’s restroom. The light was dim; she couldn’t distinguish his face, and only see his lips move as if he was on a call

Quintessa squinted, admiring his wellshaped mouth. It was irresistibly kissable, and there was something oddly familiar about him

She approached, Hey buddy, got a light?” 

The stranger looked at her, and Quintessa looked up, slightly dizzy from the alcohol and her vision blurring; she tried to get a better look at his face but couldn’t make it out

From a nearby private room, á man burst out cursing, Damn it, I paid good money, and all I get is a saline bag? What the heck. I swear I’ll file a complaint about this!” 

His clamor only added to Quintessa’s lightheadedness. She chuckled nonstop at the words, proudly jutting out her Ccup chest, Hey, you think these are saline bags?” 

A tiny flame sparked to life, brought close to her face. Quintessa leaned in to light her cigarette, Thanks.” 

Want one?” 

No, I’m good

As the flame died, Quintessa finally saw his lips clearly- thin and cold, their red hue bright and shiny, with a seductive, nameless allure that felt eerily familiar

The alcohol in her veins seemed to morph into an aphrodisiac, heating her up, muddling her mind, and making her lose control

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