Quinn was certain that even if she didn''t call back, it wouldn''t be long before Tyrone buzzed her phone


    again. Sure enough, a short whileter, Tyrone''s call came through.


    Quinn waited a good fifteen seconds before answering, and her first words were a blunt, "What''s up?"


    "What have you been up to?"


    Even though it was a mild June night in Emberbrook, Quinn could feel the chill in Tyrone''s voice


    through the phone.


    Quinn smirked, "What do you think? At this hour, I''m obviously out starting trouble or lighting bonfires."


    With that response, Tyrone felt a wave of certainty that Quinn wasn''t out with another guy; she was off


    plotting her revenge once again.


    Sometimes Tyrone felt an overwhelming urge to pull Quinn back from the edge. The recklessness she


    exhibited often terrified and yet strangely excited him.


    Initially, he''d found her ruthless vengeance thrilling.


    But now, he wanted her to stop more than anything.


    "Quit it, Quinn. Don''t go it alone. I''ll take down the Young Group for you. Just step back," Tyrone said.


    Quinn paused mid-step, suddenly finding it ludicrous for a man to have the notion of offering revenge


    on her behalf.


    She lifted her head defiantly, with a coldugh escaping her lips, "But there''s no turning back for me


    now. My hands haven''t been clean for a long time."


    Tyrone felt a surge of panic. It always seemed like he couldn''t quite hold onto Quinn, and that she


    might slip away at any moment.


    "Quinn," Tyrone said sternly, "I''ve told you before, I can give you anything you want."


    Walking against the night breeze on the main street, Quinn countered, "I''ll take what I want myself."


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    How could she let someone else fight those battles of her vendetta and her mother''s vendetta?


    Some things had to be done personally, no matter the oue, no matter if it dragged her down too.


    She just wanted the Young family-gone.


    Tyrone''s frustration was palpable, "Where are you?"


    Quinn hung up and turned off her phone.


    She was ustomed to struggling in despair, to others'' indifference, to their malice. She could easily


    detect danger, but she couldn''t fathom warmth when it''s offered, because she didn''t know how to


    ept it. The next day, after wrapping up a day''s shoot, Violet gathered Quinn and Reuben to go over


    the schedule following thepletion of "Requiem."


    Once Violet finished speaking, Quinn said, "Violet, I need to take a day off tomorrow."


    Violet frowned, "What''s going on?"


    With a smile, Quinn exined, "The Lotts are throwing a big anniversary bash for theirpanies


    tomorrow."


    Quinn trailed off, but Violet instantly got the message.


    "You''re going to?"


    Quinn yed innocent, "Don''t worry, I''m not stirring up trouble. It''s just that if I skip out on an event like


    that, it would be such a shame."


    Violet knew she couldn''t stop Quinn, "Alright, but please, be careful."


    Reuben suddenly chimed in, "Quinn, you''re going to the Lott''s party?"


    "Are you going too?"


    Reuben gave a shy, toothy grin, "My family got an invite. I wasn''t nning on going, but if you are, I''d


    like to tag along."


    Quinn nodded, "Sure, I could use a date. You''re up for it."


    The Youngs wouldn''t show in the Lott family''s bash?


    It was about time that she, a member of the Young family, made a grand appearance.


    After three years, it was time for that long-lost family bond to ignite once more.