Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny (Quintessa and Tyrone) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 

Tyrone flashed a mischievous grin, “You talk like you’re some kind of fairy who could devour me whole.” 

Quintessa’s lips curled into a sly smile as she replied smoothly, “Yeah, I’m a siren who lures men to their doom, especially guys like you.” 

“I guess I’ll have to take you up on that ride then. I’ve always had a thing for dangerous women.” 

Quintessa knew then that Tyrone was intent on pursuing her. She nodded, playfully pinched his neck, and chuckled, “Looking for trouble, are you?” 

Tyrone, feeling completely unfazed, responded, “Would you dare?” 

The next second, Quintessa got into the car. 

“Since you’re so willing, I might as well indulge you.’ 

Noticing that Quintessa hadn’t buckled up, Tyrone didn’t remind her. “Where to?” 

In the dead of night. Tyrone felt strangely invigorated. 

Quintessa glanced at him sideways, “For a murder, it’s always the usual spot.” 

Tyrone started the car and after about fifteen minutes, they pulled up at Central Plaza. 

From afar, Quintessa could see the lone, dark silhouette on the square. The place was deserted at this hour, making the figure all the more conspicuous. 

Quintessa hopped out of the car, “Wait here.” 

Tyrone caught her hand, and pressed into her palm, “I’ve already witnessed you in action, what else is off–limits?” 

Quintessa grabbed his wrist with a reverse grip and gave him a beguiling smile, “That’s right, Mr. York, better keep your distance when I’m up to no good. If you know too much, who knows, I might have to silence you tonight.” 

Her words were tinged with ambiguous threat. 

“What if I insist on coming along?” Tyrone challenged. 

Quintessa placed a hand on his shoulder, “Then try me.” 

Their eyes locked in the dim light of the car. 

Quintessa withdrew her hand and pushed the car door open to step out. Tyrone watched her.walk away, his eyes narrowing in thought. This woman was a damned enchantress. 

He didn’t follow her. Pushing Quintessa too hard might backfire spectacularly. She needed to be handled with 

care. 

Quintessa, now masked and hatted, approached the figure named Yolanda. 

“You’ve arrived,” Yolanda acknowledged. 

Nodding, Quintessa pulled a packet from her pocket and handed it over. 

“What’s this?” Yolanda asked, while taking it. 

“Poison. The kind that kills,” Quintessa replied; her voice, which was chilling to the bone, sliced through the night. 

Yolanda’s hand trembled slightly. 

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