Quinn didn’t go home until there was no sun in the sky. She’d sat on the tree root and thought about everything over and over again until she was mentally drained and tired and hungry.
She thought going home would relieve her of all of that stress, but sadly, going home only increased her anxiety… because she could smell Zayd’s scent, that scent that always felt the need to intoxicate her.
Sighing, she walked up onto the porch, opening the front door and walking inside. What could he possibly want from her now? She’d been through enough emotional stress, and now he was here to bestow even more upon her.
Her eyes searched the room, finding him seated on the couch with her father. He had a glass in hand, and she knew it was beer that was inside, and he was laughing with Derrick as thou
